Mia

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June 20, 2015.

Dear diary,

Today I did something horrible. I made a mistake. I wasn't thinking and I had no idea. I swear, I had no idea. I didn't think he was one to do such a thing but then again I didn't even know his name.

I wore shorts and a tank top to the park, my hair in a high pony tail, the heat almost unbearable.

I couldn't stand seeing him wrapped in those clothes, it made me sick. "What's wrong with you?" I asked, feeling the sweat drip down my neck, making me cringe.

"Your going to get sick--" I said as I reached for the sleeves of his sweatshirt, tugging them back and revealing the sensitive skin of his wrists.

I covered my mouth with my hands, gaping at the harm he had done to himself. The strokes and markings of a razor perhaps.

They garnished his skin, my chest tightening as I took in the aggressive slashes aligning his once vulnerable wrist.

Before I could reach out and touch him he yanked his arm back, his eyes wide with hysteria and stormy with shame.

He was gone so quick I hadnt believed any of it had even happend.

I sat alone, hating the feeling so soon. Finally it was 8:47.

I left.

But not before picking up his abandoned book.

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