Natalie wears long sleeves. All the time. There was one time she was wearing a white shirt, and I thought I saw a red stain on her sleeve. Blood, I thought.
Natalie doesn't like talking to people. Her face becomes pale. She usually finds an excuse and walks away from them.
Natalie is very skinny. Now that I think about is she's never been seen eating. Her shirts are big enough to hide her body, but she has to change during P.E.
Natalie has scars, scrapes, and cuts all over her arms. Stomach. Thighs. She tries to hide them. She can no longer run from her issue.
Natalie presses a sharp piece of glass to her wrists. Hard. She pulls it across her arm in a horizontal motion. Her skin breaks. She cries.
Her Scars.
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