The Beautiful Yet Wicked Dahlia.

Tables have turned.

It had been a long night hearing lectures, if only it was Friday. I walked downstairs and my father shot a glare at me. We had gotten into a very bad argument so it was only natural. My father always did have a short temper. I had quickly bolted out the door, not wanting to miss the bus to get another lecture. I walked on my bus and found only one seat unoccupied by other kids, it was right beside Dahlia. My face flushed red when she turned to me and smiled, I tried to hide all my self inflicted cuts with my sleeves. I didn't want to look like a freak to her...
"Hey Karsan!"

"O-Oh...hey Dahlia..."

"You can just call me Dahli! If it makes you feel comfortable of course."

"Okay..."
We- well....she held a conversation the entire ride to the school and I either nodded or hummed in reply. When we got to school, I noticed that she acted odd, she looked paler than usual, her eyes looked dead and dull. "You know, your quite attractive for a quiet little thing...." She said rather lowly with a sly smirk. My face flushed pure red. Is she flirting with me?! I scratched the back of my head nervously. "Thanks....I guess...." I mumble quietly, she suddenly pulled me into the girls bathroom and shoved me into a stall. "Wh-What?!" I said in a panic and she bit my neck, hard. I yelped, wincing in pain. She started biting down harder, it drew blood and I closed my eyes tightly. When she pulled away, she grinned, her hair was suddenly black. "Oh...so you cut yourself..?" She asked, my face went pale.
"What the hell are you talking about..???" I asked, unsure if the events that just occurred.
"You aren't crying..you're used to the pain aren't you?"

"That's none of your business...."

"Or is it Ms. Bates? If you want to kill yourself, you need to cut horizontally, they can't sew it up that way..."

What the hell is going on....?