"Hey! Look!" Tomas says. "Shh!" I scold him. "You're going to scare it away!" A beautiful fawn with several white spots looks over at us and runs. "Darn it Tomas!" You scared it off!" "Sorry.." we walk deeper into the forest. Past a few rivers, some flowers, and we rest at a lake. Tomas and I feast on the crackers I packed. We lay down on the cool forest floor. I start to drift off.
I jump awake to a sound. It sounded like a scream. I get up as fast as I can. Tomas was still asleep "Good" I thought. I didn't want to bring that pesky rascal along. I dig in my bag for my pocket knife and start off to the sound. I see a shining metal in the distance. "The fence" I thought. My Aunt said to stay away from the fence, but curiosity got the best of me and I run to the fence. I see a girl on the other side, knife in hand. She looks about my age. He eyes were closed and she was laying in a pile of blood. I look frantically for the wound, but I can't see it. She opens her eyes, startled. She jumps back and holds the blood dipped knife toward me. "Who, who are you!" She demands. I start out with my name and my town. "I'm Alex. I live in greenside village." I say through the fence. "Who are you?" I ask.
She looks at me. "I.. I'm Kristen." She puts her hands on the fence. Red catches my eyes. I look at her wrists. They were covered in blood with deep cuts. With every move she made the started to bleed even worse. "W-what happened to your wrists..?" I say. She looks at me. "Ohh.. it's nothing.. ha ha." I look back at her. I knew something was fishy. "Did you cut them..?" I ask. "No!" She almost screams back at me. I knew she was lying. When I was younger my older sister used to have scars all along her wrists. I was young to I used to question her. She'd always say the same thing "It was from shaving. That's all." One night I went to go ask her a question. When I went to open her door I heard a grunt. I opened the door and saw her lying on the floor. Knife in hand, a bottle of pain killers half way gone and spilled on the floor. Her wrists also looked the same. I told my Aunt and she called 911. They took her away to a hospital. Later that month the doctor called my Aunt and said she needed rehab. She came back a few months later only to attempt again. This time she ate the whole bottle. Once again my Aunt called 911. Later that day we got a phone call and my Aunt was in tears. She didn't make it.
