Girl

The ending to a good start

There was a girl she was only 15.
The girl just moved to a new school and her first year in high school.
Lany high school.
The first day of school she didn't know anyone. While all the other kids gathered in groups and pairs to greet their friends from summer vacation she stood alone in the ocean of people.

A couple days went by of her being unnoticed by a lot of people, only one or two stopped to greet the new student, but that had been it.
Then weeks went by she had made no friends and had not wanted new friends. She kept quite and kept her mouth shut because she was always afraid of loss. So the girl thought there would be no loss if there were no friends to lose.

After about a month later a girl and two guys wouldn't stop bugging to be her friend they would always try to stick around her and hoped that she would open up. The three kids were friends James Damian and Rosy. Rosy was dramatic and fun she was well known around the school. James was also nice and funny with a kind smile that would light a room in an instant which goes along with his loud cheerful laugh. Damian was a bit different from the two. He got along more with James than Rosy, those two didn't look like the best of friends. Damian had a nice smile with white perfect teeth and freckles. He was tall with old scares on his wrists his eyes were dark and showed a lot of hurt and secrets behind them. Damian was the most intriguing of the three the girl thought.

A day after school she got a hangout chat on her computer that read.

(New message from Damian worler: "Hi I know your shy at school and you don't talk much but we should hangout sometimes I really like you and would like to get to know you.")

The girl didn't know what to do. She sat there wondering how it would turn out. She thought the boy was very attractive and cute she liked the way he looked and acted, he was shy as well and he followed his friends around.

If im going to be staying at a new school for a long while then it shouldn't hurt to make some friends I just better not screw it up she thought. She replied to the boy.
(You: "I would like to get to know you better to and then maybe a while from now we could hang out")

(Damian worler: "That's great to hear! So let's start, what's your first name? Mines Damian Allen Worler.")

And then it started her first real friend that she might open up to. She was happy. After a few weeks of texting, she had gotten comfortable with him quickly. The girl had never had many friendships that were guys, at her other school. She felt she would treat him just like the girl friends she had at her other school. She hadn't realized she was saying to much. The girl sent a couple messages of her telling him what she was wearing at night when he had asked her. The girl hadn't realized that was a wrong thing to say. She told the boy she was wearing underwear and a tank top. And then the conversation didn't escalate so she thought it was fine, until the next day.
On the way home on her bus AJ and James the two boys that ride her bus and sometimes talked to her asked her about Damian and how it was going with him. The girl said that It was fine. The two boys started to laugh at her and asked
"So what color was your underwear last night" and started to burst out in laughter.
"Damian said it turned him on a lot!"
She sat in her seat wondering why he would tell others about there conversation. Why would he ask what she was wearing now that she thinks about it more.. The girl starts to tear her skin off with her nails digging deep into her skin and making her self bleed. The girl wanted the laughing to stop she had already screwed everything up she thought. Tears were behind her eyes but she didn't want anybody to see her cry. She cracked a crooked smile while one tear slipped out, she wiped it away quickly hoping nobody had noticed. After she had gotten off the bus she ran to her room and sat in the corner, streams of tears going down her cheeks. She quickly tries to wipe them all away telling her self to stop, but she can't the more she tried to stop the worse it gets. The girls chest hurts she needs to distract her self.
Like the boy Damian she also has scares but they are not on her wrists for people to see. She has them on her thighs from very old Faint ones to fresh new ones. She takes the razor and creates 6 more open wounds with blood streaming out. She watches it drip from her leg focusing on the pain that is coming from her thighs, then the mental pain she suffers from. The girl feels that physical pain is so much duller then the mental pains that she feels when things go wrong.
The last of the tears on the girls face dry. She gets up slowly and looks in the mirror. Her dirty blond hair just nearly falls past her shoulders with a couple pieces of hair over her eyes. A baggy shirt and black leggings. A short delicate looking body that holds so much pain inside of her. The girls leggings start to show the dark color of red seeping through.
She gets the strength to go to her computer and ask Damian why he had told others and why he had asked her that question last night.

(You: "why would you tell other people about our conversation last night? What was even the point of asking me the question of what I was wearing last night.")

.....to be continued