The echoes of her tiny cries dyed and the bathroom was completely silent. I peered under the stalls once more to check that the girl was still there. I put my head close to the floor, and suddenly I saw a pair of two beautiful hazel eyes staring back at me.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly, trying not to startle her.
She blinked at me then nodded her head. The girls left hand was on the wrist of her right one, trying to stop the bleeding. My eyes grew with realization, The girl broke out into a sob and covered her eyes with her blood covered hands.
"Can you open the stall please?" I asked sweetly, as if she couldn't understand English.
The girl looked at me and the door to the stall, debating weather she should let me in. After a while of thinking she slowly nodded her head with tears in here eyes. She opened the stall door quietly and walked out of it, staring at her feet.
"What's your name?" I asked in a concerned voice.
"Cassie." She answered quietly.
Cassie had short brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. She had dark freckles covering all of her cheeks and nose.
Without saying anything I grabbed her hands and ran water over the blood spots. She winced and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
"I'm sorry." I whispered as I cleaned off her wound.
After I was done I wrapped her wrist in paper towels to stop the bleeding. She looked at me with a small smile to show her appreciation. I nodded my head at her to motion that I was done, Then pulled her sweatshirt sleeve down so it was covering up what had just happened. The bell rang, but I didn't care. I walked over to the stall she was in previously and wiped up the blood stain, while I was cleaning, I spotted a travel sized razor coated with fresh blood. I shut my eyes tightly, picked up the razor with caution, and threw it into the garbage.
The second bell rang, I gave her a small hug, and ran to class.
I walked into Science with a sorry look on my face and closed the door quietly.
"What's your name?" The teacher asked sternly.
"Riley Williams... This won't happen again I'm sorry." I said looking down.
"It's fine. Take a seat." The teacher said, I obeyed and sat in the seat between Hazel and a guy with curly hair and deep dimples.
As the teacher continued to speak, I heard the door open. As I glanced to see who it was, then froze.
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Wave-ing Goodbye
Non-FictionRiley Eliza Williams is a 16 year old girl who lives in California with her twin brother Lukas, her mom Anne, and her dad Simon. Riley was born with surfing in her blood, her whole family competes at the state competition every year since she was s...
