Chapter 2: Bathroom Troubles

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Say you're doing fine
but no one asked and nobody cares
Now im watching from the outside
Hear all the outcries
but no one will lend a hand
-I'd love to break it to you

Matt's POV

Today in math, I had a normal day. I made a few good grades, I finished my work before anyone else, and I read a book. As the class went on, though, I started to really need to use the bathroom. So, I asked Mr. McLaughlin if I could.

"Weeeelll, I don't see why not," he told me, as he handed me the pass, and I left the class room quickly.

I make my way into the bathroom, and hear an odd noise. Not being able to identify what the noise is, I go ahead and use the bathroom. I'm still hearing that noise, however faint, as I wash my hands, and then I realize what it is.

Someone is crying.

"Hello? Is anybody in here? Are you okay?" I cry out slightly alarmed when the sniffling ceased. I'm really worried now. Are they okay? Did something happen to them? Can I help? "I know you're in here," I say. I start to check the stalls to find the one farthest from the door is locked. I knock on the door to receive no answer.

Not knowing what else to do, I peek under the stall door, certain someone's in there, and they're not using the bathroom. What I see is ghastly. A boy with ebony coloured hair is sitting on the toilet's seat. His jacket is thrown carelessly onto the floor, and his arms are exposed, not only to me, but to the blade in his hand and the blood flowing out of him.

Instinctively, I scream for help, sure someone heard me. Then I reach into the stall and unlock the door. I was too late, though. As I open the door, his beautiful brown eyes finally lock with mine, showing them to be brimming with tears.
"What the-" he starts, and then collapses onto the floor. I go to him. Hug him for dear life, sobbing. Who is this boy. Why did he do this?

Everything after that is a blur.  Students rushing in. Teachers rushing in. Teachers rushing students out. Cops. All of this, and I never left his side. I'm not family. I don't even know this kid, but I know i rode in the ambulance with him, and i know i wont leave him until he's better. i cant. I can't leave someone in this condition. I can't leave someone that I might could help.

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