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I don't remember what happened after that. I remember waking up in the nurses office on one of the beds with a blanket wrapped around me. I shot up when I heard voices outside the cracked door.
"Did you try her parents again?" the princible asked the nurse.
"I've been calling every fifteen minutes. No ones picking up. What are we gonna do?" she sounded worried about me. Somewhere inside me I didn't believe she really was.
I just heard Mr. Johnson sigh.
I took the blankets off of me and checked my leg. The paper towels were still there. How could no one see it? People were oblivious.
I tightened the paper towles on my leg so I could try and walk.
"Well we could--" Mr. Johnson started. Could he see me?
I pulled my pant leg back down quickly. I hit my cuts but still couldn't seem to feel them.
He opened the door and looked at me with tired eyes.
"My parents aren't home?" I questioned. I already knew this for a fact. They weren't coming back from where ever they went. They left a year ago. They left in a hurry too. How do I know? They left three letters written on the kitchen fridge in permenent market. "BYE". That was it. I tried everything to get it off but nothing worked. I could still see it.
"No. We couldn't get them on the phone." he said not looking at me.
I almost asked him why but the nurse pushed past him and came into the room. "Cassie, how are you feeling?" she looked me right in the eye and that made me uncomfortable. Thank you, Mr. Johnson.
"Um. Yeah. I'm fine." I lied. "I just need to go to the bathroom." I said standing.
I left the cramped room. I could feel their eyes on me as I left. I did my best to walk without limping. I think I did pretty good. As soon as I got into the bathroom I locked the door and lifted up my pant let to look closer at the cuts.
I put the blood soaked paper towles in the tolet. I leaned against the wall to steady myself to look at the cuts. They were still bleeding. They were deeper then I thought and I would need stiches. I couldn't tell the teachers though. They would just send me to theropy again. I was NOT going there again. I wrapped more paper towels around my leg. I could feel the pain now. It felt like I was cutting my leg all over again. The blood came faster. All I could do is put more paper towels on it for now. I would have to think of a lie and go to the hospital later tonight when I was out of school.
I fixed my pant leg and flushed the toilet. The blood on my hands seemed like it took forever to wash off.
"Can I go back to class now?" I asked before they could say anything to me.
"Are you sure you're up for it?" the nurse asked with concern on her face. It's like she knew something else was wrong but wouldn't say anything.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I lied. My sight was getting hazy just standing there but I'd rather be in class then here. "What period is it?"
The nurse looked at her watch and said, "Seventh period started about fifteen minutes ago. Do you want me to call someone down to walk you to class? You still look a little pale."
