This Feels So Right~~~ Old version

New friendship and harsh words

 Our next activity was a three hour hike. Brian and Tom took the front of the group while students trailed behind. Matt walked beside me, asking a lot of questions. I'm not sure why I was so interesting to him all of a sudden but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't nice.
It was good having someone to talk to while we walked, and nice to talk to Matt. We had had at least one class together the past 5 years but had never exchanged more than a few sentences each year.
"You're actually pretty cool" Matt said out of no where
"You aren't that bad yourself" I replied, slightly surprised by his comment.
"You two are slowing us down!" Shakira groaned. Sure enough with all the talking we had fallen behind but Shakira was only a few metres ahead of us. We quickened our pace so that we were a bit ahead of her.
"We should hangout when camp's over sometime. I'd like to get to know you and your friends better" Matt stated.
Before I could answer Brian called out from ahead "Matt could you come up here please? Girls pick the pace up!"
Matt and I exchanged questioning glances then both shrugged, still Matt jogged up to Brian and I lengthened my stride so that I'd cover more ground. However Shakira stopped.
"You heard Mr Raux" I said, turning to face her.
"You're seriously out to ruin my life aren't you?" She demanded.
I was taken back by her accusation "I'm not trying to ruin anyone's life, I gave you what you wanted with the zip line. Mr Raux wouldn't have went with you if I didn't suggest it" I pointed out.
"You only done that so you could steal Matt away, I like him too you know. You have to have everyone I like, first Mr Raux and then Matt? Next it'll be my friends" She accused.
"That wasn't my intention at all" I denied, why would I want to steal people away from her?
"Oh so it's only the guys? You're such a slut, I bet your mother knew you'd turn out to be a worthless attention seeking whore and she was so ashamed that she killed herself for that" That stung. "So why don't you stop stealing my life and follow in her footsteps, and off yourself too. It'd make the world a better place"
She tossed a small rectangular object to me, I caught it instinctively and glanced down at the leather pouch in my hands it had the initials R.S on it and inside sit my old razor blade. I'd lost it six months ago. I looked at Shakira, not believing that even she could sink so low but all she did was smirk.
I could feel tears begin to prick at my eyes, I refused to let her see me cry so I clutched onto the leather pouch and ran into the cover of the trees. I kept running for a while trying my best to dodge the logs and anything else that could trip me but it soon became impossible when tears filled my eyes and I tripped over a fallen branch.
I tried to stand but a pain shot through my ankle, I sat there hopelessly on the ground and looked to the pouch once more. I wonder... I pulled the blade out of the leather and a piece of paper came out too it was a note: Thought I'd keep this safe for you until the right time presented itself. Happy cutting LOSER!
I didn't want to give her the pleasure so why did I put the corner of my blade to my finger, at the slightest touch a crimson bead of blood presented itself flooding my mind with comfort, I longed now for the real thing so I put the razor to my left wrist and drew it up my arm, the razors vicious kiss was so sweet that I needed more so I willingly gave in to the impulse again and again, deeper and deeper.