I grabbed the blade. My eyes still bloodshot red. I pulled up my sleeve. I started to cry again. I slit my wrist. Bright red blood poured out. I deserve it.


4. First day back

My mom stopped the car. "Are you sure you don't wanna put on a little foundation to not make your face look so blotchy?" My mother asked me. I shook my head. "Okay here is lunch money" she handed me a twenty. I put it in my pocket without saying a word. "Okay...well umm bye" she said. I got up and got out. I walked into the high school as I saw my mom drive away. I walked in and as I did the halls  cleared. Everyone looked at me as I walked by. Some with sorrow in their eyes. Some that had smirks. Some that just had a blank look on their face. Some looked annoyed. I walked over to my locker. I opened it.

"How are you feeling?" Someone came up to and asked. 

It was a boy with soft green eyes. 

I just looked at him without saying a word then looked down.

"E-everyone was warning me not to come talk to you..because of it...but I had to ask how you were feeling...I had to know" he said.

"I'm..I'm feeling.." My eyes watered and tears started to fall. The bell rang and kids ran to their class.

he hugged me. I cried and cried. 

He let me go. "I knew you needed a hug" he said.

"thank-thank..y-you" I stuttered out. 

"No problem" he smiled.

"Y-your Ganna b-be l-late to class" I said trying to catch my breath. 

"Who cares" he said. 

I smiled. "I better g-go" I said.

i walked away.

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