SELF HARM IMAGINE.

PHIL LESTER

        YOU wander in to the school slowly, not wanting to be there. the bell rings telling you that the next class has began. you ran to your homeroom and quickly sat down at the desk at the back. you sighed and sunk into the chair when you noticed that someone was looking at you. you turn to face them and saw it was the new kid.

          you blushed deeply and mumbled a hi. he smiled. his eyes were an amazing shade of blue. you quickly looked away when he noticed you were checking him out.                                         

        "im phil." he whispered to you. you tell him your name and smile a bit. "i like your eyes" you whisper bacl. he gigled quietly. "thanks" he smirked. you looked up at the board and tried not to blush. you obviously failed miserably.

                  you saw your scars on your wrist were showing the same time the beautiful boy beside you did too. you quickly covered your wrist with your braclets and put your wrist in your lap. you felt him nudge you but you didnt look over at him. when the bell rang 45 agonizing minutes later you grapped your stuff and ran out of the room. you had a spare next class and you quickly ran to your locker. you heard phil yell your name but you didnt listen. 

        you stuffed your things in your locker and shut it. right when you closed it, you felt someone grab you and pick you up. you thrashed wildly but they didnt put you down. you couldnt see who it was but you had a feeling it was phil.

              you stopped moving and went limp. he was warm and cozy. you felt him move to put you down and hold you so you didnt run. you didnt look at him. he slowly moved your braclets up your arm to see your scars. 

        you noticed that he was crying and didnt understand why. you slowly wiped his tears and whispered. "why are you crying. phill?" he shook his head, still staring at your scars. "why would you do this to your self..?" he asked quietly. "i hate my life..." you mumbled.

He looked down sadly. "I'm sorry" he said. You felt bad. You didn't want to make him sad. He was slowly rolling up his t shirt and you saw the scars on his arm. "I hate mine too"

           You didn't know Phil but you wanted him to stop. "I'll try to stop if you do.." You mumbled. He smiled and nodded. "Deal" he agreed.  He went to walk away but you stopped him. "Carry me?" You joked. He ran to you and picked you up and brought you back to school.