He watched her day after day grow paler and paler. He dismissed it though. He had enough problems of his own and surely as everyone knew about her bullying, someone would do something about it.
At night time, he thought about her as his parents fought viciously downstairs. He wondered what her home life was like, as insults were traded in the kitchen. A plate or cup would break as he mused on her and her eccentrities.
However as his dad left to live with his misstress, he soon forgot about her. Months passed but he was so caught up in his own drama, he could barely see out of the bubble he had built around himself.
It wasn't until she was found dead that he thought about her anger. Anger and self-hatred at himself bubbled up inside him. Why didn't he care more about her? Why didn't anyone care? Didn't they suspect anything? The teachers, the guidance councilors and her own parents didn't suspect anything!!!
He found out where her grave was. A bouquet of flowers accompanied him. 14 red roses. A flower for every year she breathed and lived and red roses to show that she was loved by someone.
A/N2: Again, if anyone reads this and is a self-harmer or knows someone who is self-harming, tell someone. You can always private message me, like I said before. Tell a teacher, tell a friend, tell a parent or tell an adult. I live in Ireland and there are hotlines all over the world to help people. Please. You are not alone. I am not a self-harmer by the way but I do care. I do listen.
