I started blinking my eyes open slowly. My arm was really warm and when I looked down, it was covered in blood.
I heard this clinking sound by the sink and I looked up. Sabrina was rushing and wiping blood out of the sink. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Helping you. If Chase finds out it will ruin him."
As I slowly stand up she grabs my arm and starts wiping it. She then rolls down my sleeves.
After everything was cleaned up and no trace of blood she turned to leave but I grabbed her arm and asked, "Why are you really helping me?"
She just gave me a blank look and answered, "Meet at the park at six o'clock sharp."
I just nod as confirming her offer and she walks down the hallway.
I just quietly walk upstairs to my room by myself, all alone.
As I look out the window and all of my worries slip free as I close my eyes and drift off into sleep.
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The next day at school was horrible. The girls give me snobby and disgusted looks. I just keep my head low for the rest of the day. That's when a teacher comes up to me and says with concern, "Bree, if you need help. I can help you. There is no need for you to be scared." I just look at her. "What are you talking about?"
She looks at me as if I should know. "The signs...?"
I just shrug my shoulders in confusion and race to go find some stupid sign.
I couldn't find a sign anywhere that should be worth looking at.
When the day was over, I opened my locker and a paper fell out. It read,
"Bree cuts. She hides with sleeves and sweaters but how long will she stay in this stupid rut? Does she want attention? Probably. Stupid bitch."
I just stand there staring at the flyer and when I pick up my head everyone is looking at the same sign. When everyone starts laughing, I slam my locker door and run home.
I run to the bathroom and cut my wrist... Three times... It hurts but I feel better.
When I'm done, I clean up and go to the roof. I cry a little harder this time hoping no one will find me up here.
About three hours later I'm done crying but I have a tear stained face. I was sitting in silence when I hear footsteps coming from the ladder. I look up and I see Chase his face is red and he looks sad and angry.
He races over and says, "Is it true?!" I just look down.
He grabs by arm and yank it away. He looks at me. "Bree. Please."
He takes my arm in his hands again, Chase rolls up my sleeve and my arm is covered in scars and fresh cuts.
Chase looks up at me and crys, "No. No. No. Bree please no. No. No. No." He's crying. Which makes me cry. He grabs my arms, rolls up both sleeves. He kisses every single scar and cut. "Never again." A tear slips down his cheek. I nod in reply.
He wraps his arms around my body and pulls me close. We watch the sun set into the night together until I finally stop crying.
I still have one thing on my mind, Who would do that to me?
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Author's note:
Do you guys think this was a little too much? Or should I try to be a little deeper?
P.s. Sorry for the curse word. I just thought it would make the story fit together a little better. But I'll try to stay away from them.
Who do you think did it?
