I can't believe it, it's Ripley. I observe her from a distance as she takes a seat on the bench mall. She was sitting there with her silver hair covering her eyes. She was clutching her arm.
I take a closer look and see cuts with blood oozing out.
What is she doing? Is she hurt? What had happened? I thought to myself.
Is she cutting herself? Why would she being doing that? What was going on?
My thoughts got the better of me and i walk as fast i could to her direction.
"What are you doing, Rip?" She roll her sleeves down and looker down.
"I, what are you saying?"
"Rip, i know what you did, you can't lie to me like that."
"You mean you saw the cuts?"
"It was my friend's cat. It scratched me." I roll my sleeves up and her my scars.
"Wait, what. Oh my god, Nick, i never knew."
"Nobody does, except my parents and now, you." I take a few bandages out my pocket.
"May i?" Without rolling down her sleeves, she puts her arm out.
I roll her sleeves down and for a second, stare at the cuts. They were jagged and long and deep.
I quickly bandage them up.
"Thank you, Nick.."
"Yea...you're welcome."
"Nick, could you please not tell anyone about this, especially not my parents."
"Don't worry about it." Before i could manage a smile, she started down the street.
I can't believe it, Ripley is destroying herself. I deserve it but seeing Ripley's cuts was horrifying. She's so beautiful, her eyes they used to shine so bright. But now, her eyes look empty, hollow and she's self mutilating. Part of me wanted to scream at her for doing this to herself but I'm barely her friend, who am i to tell her what she couldn't do to her own body? I had no control over her but i wish i did.
