unmasked ↠ k.th

12

ㅡ twelve; madison

he was in the hospital for two days. i visited him the second day, he have cuts on his face and bruises covered his body. when my eyes travelled their way to his arms, i didn't knew what to say.

because there were long vertical cuts along his wrists, but for what i remember, there were no shards of glasses or sharp things in the area where the incident happened.

i went home. when i lay in my bed, i started thinking about him, when something struck me. it is summer, but i have never seen him wear anything else other than his favorite hoodie or long-sleeved shirts. nor seen him wear t-shirts and shorts.

furthermore, he was wearing that black hoodie when he got beaten up the other day, so if there were glasses scattered everywhere it still wouldn't reach his arms.

i sighed.

i was right, i don't know anything about him.