The Princess in Disguise

Class

Sapphire runs from class in a fit of tears. She tried, she really did. The teacher called on her to answer a question on something she was supposed to have read, she tried, but she could not read it. She looked at the words, and looked at them, but she could not read it! I will never learn Sapphire thought, never! She cried as she sorted through her book bag, she cried harder and harder, until she found it, and just like that, she stopped. She pulled it out, and just held it, it was a razor, glistened red with her blood. She held the razor blade in her hand, and she just thought about it for a second before turning it straight and putting it up to her arm. I am not going to cut myself that badly, she told herself, just a little escape. She sliced her skin, and red blood bubbled out, she cried softly, but thought at least it was a pain she could control. She cut her arm again, this time a little bit deeper, and she cried a little more,  it's better,she thought*cutting again* than, *cutting again* talking about it*cuts again*, I will never talk about it, she says in her head. Then she just starts cutting her arm, deeper and deeper, and deeper, more and more, she get's lost in the painful bliss it bring when suddenly "Are you okay?" a voice calls out. Sapphire looks up, and her surroundings rush back to her, she is in the middle of the hallway in her high school, and standing before her was a girl she did not know at all, and she had a concerned look on her face. The unknown stranger reaches for the razor blade "No!" Sapphire pleads desperately "not please, I won't do it anymore, I promise!"

 That's right, she will never do it anymore, she never does it anymore, until she does. That's how she talked herself out of more than one mental institution, "she is fine now, she is okay, she can go home!" is what they always say. Then she goes home, to her family and her friends, and she is okay for a couple of months, then she starts again, and the cycle starts over and over again. This time, she has done a good job of keeping her cuts hidden for the past 6 months, she is hoping her family won't find out again, and send her back.

But still, the concerned stranger pries the razor out of her hand with ease. Sapphire looks at the razor, and then at the stranger. The stranger had blonde hair, light fair skin, and eyes that were too blue to Sapphire for some reason.  "Sapphire, we need to talk", the stranger said, and walked, away. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to follow her, so I did.  And we walked. 

Every so often she would glance to see if I was still falling her, which I was, and she smiled when she saw me and kept walking. I had no idea where we were going, but I knew it was important that I followed her, so I did. To be continued..