The next couple of months he got injured a lot. He got beat up. By people he considers his friends. They weren’t in the same group as us but he was still friends with them. He called a friend to help him once he was home. Then he got hurt while skateboarding. We were at school and he told me about his crash. I asked him if I could examine it. He said of course. I began to gently touch his right side of his rib cage. He eventually just put my hand over the injury. A small part of his rib cage was indented. He kept flinching. He is always flinching. I put my hand on his shoulder, he flinches. Then the worst of the injuries came. He had a swastika carved into his wrist. He told me he wouldn’t tell me who did it because I would hate the person even more. It turned out he was the one who cut himself because he was bored. I had talked to my counselor about how some of his friends were hurting him. So she decides to call his parents to tell them he was cutting himself. He distanced himself from me and his friends that wouldn’t beat him up I got closer to the ones that did. I know it’s my fault I went and talked about him carving a swastika in his wrist. I just miss him. He was someone I cared for more than I’d ever cared for anyone. He doesn’t talk to me too much, but he doesn’t blame me for what happened. Hopefully I can try to get him to come to a New Year’s Eve party so I can see him again. I miss him a lot.
