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It felt like a good idea at first.

Text a random number that was on the class group chat, that is. Looking at the numbers profile picture, it was Elizabeth, a girl that was purely mean on instinct. She was so mean, yet she had people following her around all the time.

It was too late to regret it. She had already excepted my chat request and was online. Eli must have been waiting for me to say something.

Elizabeth Edwards:
You gonna say smth or what?

Me:
Oh yeah- just thought I would text a random number out  of the class chat.

Elizabeth Edwards:
Wow. Hurry up, your taking up my time.

And yet there you are, staying online and waiting for me to respond to you.

Me:
Well uhm- I just wanted to text someone who doesn't know me like- at all so here it goes.
Me:
In a weeks time, I'm going to kill myself.

Elizabeth Edwards :
What?

Her reaction was expected.
A random girl just told you that she's going to kill herself. What other reaction would you have? Edwards was mean, rude, and snappy, but she was still human with actual emotions. Anyone would be confused.

Elizabeth Edwards :
Care to explain? You just started texting me and now your freaking me out!

Me:
Sorry-
I'm doing this because you don't know me, and I don't know you.

I guess this plan wasn't thought through enough. But theres no going back right now. I just need to tell her, and become the freak no one will miss.

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Elizabeth Edwards pov.

What the fuck. What the fuck.

Some chick in my class just told me she was gonna end it. WHAT DO I DO? TALK HER OUT OF IT OR SOME SHIT?
I feel like in this situation, you comfort them, but is this my business?
I sound dumb as hell, but this isn't my business.  But she's making it my business.

I looked back at my phone. She's offline? I really hope she's just sleeping and not cutting our conversation! What about me huh?! I'm totally more important than what your doing right now!

What ever I guess. I felt my eyes travel up to her name, and pressing it to open her profile.
Yep. She's the class freak, and ain't all that popular for good things in school. I never went near her though, after all, ain't none of my business.
What was her name again???

My eyes snapped to the name under her profile. Isn't that like- another language? Oh yeah, she transferred from somewhere in Asia. I only remember because she was smiling so bright when she introduced herself.  Back straight and looking straight forward. She greeted the whole class and talked about herself.

What changed?

She was so confident and happy... what changed? What could have happened that fucked her up so bad?

I felt guilty though. I never even looked her way, and I'm a hypocrite.

Raising my pajama shorts a bit, I glanced now at now pink scars, all the same size but all ranging in age. I touched the most recent one, and smiled, pinching it 'till it turned bruised.

God, a freak and a pervert.
What would be better?