In love with a murderer

Chapter 16

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FYI this was quite rushed because I knew I wouldn't be able to write too much this week, so I got it done in a day

CARINA'S POV

"Did you just see something?" I ask Maya as we're walking back home

"Hm?"

"Over there, I could've sworn I just saw something but nothing's there," I tell her, looking around confused

"It's probably a cat or something, the house next to ours has the biggest cat you'll ever see, I don't know what they feed it," she says wide-eyed

It probably was just a cat, to be honest, just the fact that it's dark makes everything scarier

Anyways... the neighbour's fat cat isn't really what I'm focussed on at the minute

She loves me!!! Like loves me!

That's crazy

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T/W = talk of self-harm! - ends after ******

Later that night, well, early morning I guess, considering it was 2 am, Maya and I were lying in bed talking about how much we were dreading school tomorrow

She was wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie that was way too big for her, but she looked cute with her head peeking through the hood, so I wasn't complaining.

I was basically on top of her at this point, just lying in between her legs looking up at her, fiddling with the string of her shorts.

"I swear, if she yells one more time tomorrow I might just walk out" she groans, talking about how the teacher we have first period was the most annoying person in the world

"I wouldn't even blame you" I chuckle before noticing something on her thigh

It was just the right one but where she had been lying down for a while now, her shorts had ridden up a bit. It was the tiniest amount, but it was enough to see the start of 3 red lines.

I didn't know how much her shorts were covering but only about a centimetre of whatever I could see, was showing.

I didn't know what they were, maybe if I saw the whole thing I could assume, but it could be anything, to be honest, even makeup that she had spilt.

"What's that?" I ask, curiosity getting the best of me

"I uh... it doesn't matter" she shrugs, flashing a small smile as she pulls the fabric back down to cover them

"Hm?" I mumble, lying my head down on the bottom of her thighs, looking up at her with furrowed eyebrows

"Are you hurt?" I ask, the last thing I wanted was for her to be hurt

"I- no, no I'm not hurt," she says, shaking her head, "It's complicated"

"You can tell me" I smile, "You don't have to if you don't want to, but you can"

"I don't know where to start" she sighs, bringing her hands up to rub her face

"What are they?" I repeat, narrowing it down for her

"They're scars," she tells me

"What from?"

I didn't want to seem like I was pushing but I was just curious and figured that to would be easier for her to tell me if I asked her more specific questions

"I did them myself" she whispers

I heard of people doing that, they hurt themselves for multiple reasons, but I had never actually met someone who did it.