Reader's P.O.V
I was crying. Again. I went down stair making sure nobody was there then grabbed a knife. I had waited to do this for so long. I had tried before, but I chickened out. Not this time. Pressing it down on my hand I smiled at the sharp sting of pain. I was only 11 so I shouldn't be at this yet, but I did it anyway. I stopped seeing the blood flow out of my skin. I turned only to bump into my mom. 'Shit' I think. She starts yelling at me. I run, crying, once more. I slow down and sit on a swing at a park near my school. Crying I slowly swing back and forth.
Jeremy's P.O.V (WUT WUT :D)
I heard crying. I looked around wondering who it could be. I see a young girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair wearing a (f/c) shirt and jean shorts. I walk up to her. "W-what's w-wrong?" I ask. She looks up at me, surprise in her (e/c) eyes. "What's wrong?" she snarls. I'm surprised she got angry that fast.
Reader's P.O.V
I feel stupid for getting angry but I had no idea who this guy was. "I j-just want t-to know w-what's wrong" he says. I show him my cut "THIS IS WHAT'S WRONG! I'M YELLED AT AND I HAVE DEPRESSION" I yell. He looks at me sadly. I realize he's not that much older than me. I stand up getting off the swing. I laugh quietly, realizing I'm taller than him. He looks at me confused then realizes the same thing. "H-how old are you?" he asks. "11" I say. "D-dang a-an 11 year old taller th-than me." he says. You laugh. "You're making me feel much better" I say with a smile. "What's your name?" I ask. "J-Jeremy" he says. "Well, thank you Jeremy" I say and walk back home.
TE END SORREHS FO NO KISSING O STUFFZ BUT DIS NOT NEED KISSINGZ IN MA OPINION KTHNXBAI
