Scars

Chapter 3

* Kathy's POV *
I look at Jade and we are still hold hands. I am blushing so hard. She is too.

'I wonder if she likes me. I hope she does.' I thought to my self.

I let go of her hand and I look away trying not to smile like an idiot. My palms are sweating really bad. I wipe my hands on my pants cringing at the pain on my wrists...I hope she didn't notice.
I sliced up my wrists last night. I've been a cutter for i while. My family doesn't care about me. They disowned me when they found out I was dating a girl. And then when we broke up I started cutting. Know one cares so I just do it. It's an addiction now. I'm ashamed of it. But I can't stop. I just can't.
I hope Jade didn't notice me cringing. Or the bandages over to cuts. I wore all of my bracelets because I didn't want to show anyone my wrists. I have scars everywhere. My thighs and covered and my wrists are too. I don't need to go back to the mental institution again. It scares me.
     I was snapped out of my thought bubble when I felt so one touch my hand. It was Jade. I apparently had started to cry. And I couldn't really stop myself now.