Secret Tragedies (14)

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My eyes opened and I saw colors dance in the sky. I felt grass scratch the back of my neck as I started to move my head. I moved my head to the side and saw Robin asleep, she used her bag as a pillow and my sweater as a blanket. I smiled. She looked at peace, as if all her worries and fears faded away in her sleep.

I grabbed her hand and starting twirling her fingers, her chipped black nail polish gleamed in the dying light of day. Her sleeve rolled down a little and I was about to pull it back up when I saw black writing on her wrist.

The cost for happiness
Is sadness, you must feel both to experience the other

My brows furrowed. I pulled down her sweater sleeve and saw scars, some new, some old. Fresh blood but some, old.

I just stared at them, they weren't beautiful, they looked awful, they symbolized unspoken pains and crippling thoughts. I felt a stare and I saw Robin with a face that was a void of emotions.

"You weren't supposed to see that", she whispered.

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Short but vote if you liked it and comment what I should improve or simply what you liked.

I also would like to mention that as you should know cutting is a act of self-harm, and you should always talk about your problems to trusted person.

Self harm hotline: (866)-607-1466

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