Unsaid

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She slid her book as the other girl sits next to her since she didn't had the following book. The both girls focused, or half heartily stared at the ink on the book.

She rested her head on her one hand and held a pencil in the other. Twirling the pencil and doodling on the desk and the book, she tried to focus on the words that left the teachers mouth. Staring down at the book, something caught her eyes. The cuts. The cut marks on the other girl's arm.

Seeing those cut marks so many 'why?' started to pop up in her mind. She tried to focus back on the book and what teacher was explaining but she couldn't. All she could have in her mind was the scars. Those cut marks. She inhaled and exhaled, taking deep breaths to distract herself but couldn't.

Finally when she couldn't hold her urges to ask, she asked, "do you cut yourself?"

The other girl was startled by my interruption during the lesson but later she nodded along with mumbling "yes". Her eyes popped out as she admitted it. Before she think "why?" left her mouth.

"I don't know. Frustration. School. People. I don't know which one though." She chuckled.

"Then again it's not a great thing to do, you know that don't you?" She told her.

"I know it isn't great thing to do. But sometimes it's so much to handle. So I just... At least I'm not attempting suicide." The other girl explain. Soon after she said, the school bell rang and she picked her bag and left the class.

There isn't a week spent that she didn't think of self harming herself just like the other girl. But she didn't. 'Cause she believed that good days will come and she don't want to regret and get upset seeing those scars in future. Even though she wanted to end everything but she always tried to fight that urge of killing her own self. But she didn't, instead she wanted to live and show others that she isn't week.

~sg