Remember.

                                                                                     Part One

I held a grudge against her. Her and her perfection. It never seized to amaze me. My name is Caleb. Her name is Lilly. I always wanted to get back at her for what she had done to him in the past.

In Math class, I stared coldly into her soul. Lilly seemed to ignore it and never flinch at the sight of him staring at her. "Lilly, what is the answer for problem 3?" asked Mr.Gats. There was awkward silence. "MISS FRANT MAY YOU PLEASE GIVE US THE ANSWER FOR NUMBER THREE?!" Lilly turned to face Mr.Gats. "Ummmm... 6?" Lilly answered not knowing what the hell problem three was about. "No Lilly, this is the fifth time i've caught you distracted." Its kind of funny because 3 of those times were because of my tendency of staring at her. The other 2 was because she likes to talk to draw sketches in her binder. "Umm... im sorry Mr.Gats i wont do it again." she said. " I hope you're telling the truth because the next time I see you not concentrating on this, I will have to talk to your parents." Mr.Gats said. "Ok" she said while looking at me. "Ok everyone, class is dismissed. Dont forget to do your homework." Mr.Gats said while organizing his desk. We go out the class and while we do, Lilly bumped in to me. All of her books went flying. I gave her a surprised look and did'nt even help her. I just left like a coward.

Math was our last class of the day. We left school and everyone was excited and jumping. I was just normal as can be, walking uphill to my bus stop. I sat waiting for my bus to come when i saw Lilly across the street walking to her bus stop. It kind of looked like she was hiding something underneath her sleeves. It looked small, sharp and shiny. My bus arrived, crowded as usual. I got on and luckily found a seat all the way at the back of the bus. I just listened to some music in my IPod and waited until I arrived home.

My little brother was waiting for me outside in the porch, playing with his nintendo. He runs up to hug me and ask how was my day. I usually just answer "ok" or "fine." I walk into my house and go straight to the table because my mom always serves supper right at the same time when i get home. Today was Tuesday, and that meant that we were having Italian food. Being home kinds of help me forget about the bad things in life and just makes me feel worrie-free. My mom made Baked Ziti for dinner today (one of my favorites).

"Hey hun, how was your day?" asked my mom. My mom is really supportive. Shes pretty short and has brown eyes filled with wisdom that she shares with me. My dad is where i got my green eyes from, but he passed away before i really got to bond with him. This is also a reason why i feel depressed sometimes.

"Fine."

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The next day was the day I would remember for the rest of my life.

There I was, sitting there in History class staring at her, but this time, she didnt notice. Lilly had her chin in the palm of her hands. I saw. I saw what she has been doing with herself. Scars upon scars filled her wrists, all were lined up. I stared at her wrist and examined it. I was terrified and i felt worried about her. Yes i know i wanted to get revenge on what she did, bu...but not like this. I was trying to figure out why she would self harm. She was gorgeous with her dark hair and green eyes and perfect mouth. Why was she doing this to herself? She saw me peek at her wrist. I turned right away. "Shit," I whispered to myself. I put my palm on my pale white face.

After school had ended, i was walking as usual to my bus stop when out of nowhere Lilly came pinning me on the wall of a house right in front of our school. I was trying to see if anyone was looking at this very dramatic scene that Lilly was creating. "WHAT DID YOU SEE?" she screamed. I was trying to think why she would just come up to me like that. I was trying to make an excuse but I could'nt. "I saw them, your scars," i tried to say because her grip was REALLY hard. "Do you know why I have these?" she asked. "No" i replied. "These are all because of you, all of these scars are dedicated to you."