Self harm colorless

Stones.

The clock ticks.

Lunch.

I sit at a rounded table near the lines for lunch. With my usual group of friends.Erin, Marie, Destiny, Anne, and myself. No one dares to speak to each other here. We respect each other, but yet in the bottom of our hearts we hate each other. However, we acknowledge that without each other we might as well be dead.

One of the stones, as I call them, a popular girl, walks by me. Holding her metal lunch tray in front of me.
"Skye, you're barely eating! Have some of mine!"

Her grubby mitts grab my brown hair,
And shoves my face into her pizza and mashed potatoes.Followed by roars of laughter. I'm not bothered by it at all. The stones do it to me so much it might as well be scheduled.

I walk calmly to a supple table, and grab a handful of napkins, and wipe off the residue. Leaving my face slightly red, with a bit of potatoes in my hair.

Erin nudges my side. As if a signal to ignore it. Gee,where would I be without her helpful advice?

"I'll be back."
I mutter in my quiet and annoying voice. I hate to speak. All it is are my words blurred into lies so peers don't judge me. Exiting the blaring cafeteria, I lock myself inside the girl's restroom. I stare at myself in the mirror. Then to my arms. To the mirror, and back again.

Before I knew it, my eyes were puffing red with stifled tears.