I'm back, but not for good

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Cara's pov

"So, How are you now? You are probably sick and tired of hearing that question, but I genuinely care about you. We all do." Maleah said, reaching for my hand.

I pull my hand away, not trying to be mean about it, and all she does is give me a sympathetic smile.

"Cara, don't. Don't act like this is our fault. All you had to do was come to us. Talk with us." Hannah said while looking at her phone.

I scoff. "Did I blame any of you? Did I say I tried killing myself and it was your guys' fault? No. And how could I talk to you guys? You were all to busy."

They all exchanged sad looks, and Brad came to sit next to me.

"You are so important to me. When I found out you had been admitted to the hospital, my heart shattered. First it was- you know... her. And I didn't want to lose you. I felt like a part of me was missing. No matter how busy I seemed to be, you should have sat me down, and talked with me." Brad said, looking at the bandages on my arms. He tears up, very gently picking my arm up.

"These cuts," he held back his tears. "They are because of low life scums, okay? And I promise you I'll do everything in my power to make sure you don't want to do this again." Before he could speak anymore, I embrace him in a hug.

It felt good to know I had someone who cared about me. But what he said doesn't change my mindset. I still want to die. But, I'll give life one more chance. If these people can fix me, and make me happy again, hopefully I will finally be able to enjoy life.

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The first bell rung, and first period I have English with John.

John and I go way back. Well, I've known him since kindergarten, I've known Brad since we were babies. Anyways, John and I used to date. It wasn't a bad break up, nobody cheated, there were no tears, we just fit better as friends.

Right as I walked through the door, everyone looked at me and started whispering. Some were shocked, some seemed like they didn't care at all, and I don't mind that.

John and I took our seats next to each other, like the old days here.

My teacher eyed me, and she sighed. "Hello, Miss Hayes. Why don't you come up here."

Confused, I walk to the front of the room. I see john also give me a confused look.

"Start off by telling us your story. Why did you want to kill yourself?"

I see john stand up quickly. "What the hell? You can't just ask her that!" He yelled, and I agree. This teacher is fucked up.

"Excuse me, but I'm just trying to teach this students why suicide is never the answer." My teacher explains, and I scoff.

"Then please don't ask me on the spot like this. I can't speak about it." I said and then I returned to my seat.

John looked at me, then looked at the teacher. "Sorry she did that."

Me too.

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