You wake up. You immediately look at your wrists. They burn from the scars you left last night. You're stomach churns at the thought that you broke your promise to the only person you ever really loved. Soon enough your mom walks in. Quickly, you hide your wrists under the blanket. "Doing alright hun?", your mom asks. "Fine, just cold. I'm getting ready for school." With that, she walks out of the room. Slowly you begin getting dressed. Shirt, pants, sweatshirt, socks, and shoes. As you go to pick up your backpack you notice a razor and a blood stained rag. You pick both things up and put them deep in your dresser drawer. Slowly, you walk downstairs. There, breakfast is done and you decide to skip it. "Sorry mom, I'm just gonna go to the bus stop." You walk out the door. While waiting for the bus, you talk to an old guy friend of yours. His name is Michael. You had a crush on him, but now he's got a girlfriend. Speaking of her, at that moment she walks up. "Hey babe" she says. "Hey cutie" he responds. "Well bye" he says to you as he hops on the bus after it pulls up. You think about ditching, but where will you go? None the less, you get on the bus too.
