There was a girl. She sat at the back of the class.
She had long hair. And had the potential to be beautiful. If she cared. She sat alone. People would try to talk to her but she would close her eyes and enter her mind. Not resurfacing until she was alone. Like she couldn't handle a person asking a few questions.
she was failing her grades dropping lower every day. But she didn't care.
She used to have friends. Lots of them. But they left.
Sometimes when she reached for something her sleeve would go up and I could see her arm scarred with cuts and burns.
She never smiled. She never laughed.
She just sat there. Thinking. Of what no one knows.
