-Violet's P.O.V-
I stared mesmerised after the tall blonde haired boy after he had turned and left my bathroom. 'Who was he? Maybe one of Dad's patients?' I watched as he disappeared down the hall, he was hitting his hand against his head as if he was trying to beat his brain. This puzzled me, maybe he had Schizophrenia and couldn't handle the voices today? I don't know what it was about this boy but it didn't seem quite right.
As he disappeared from sight, I turned back to the bathroom and locked the door behind me, I didn't want Mom or Dad walking in on me in the same intruding manner as the boy had. I glanced down at my wrist, the bleeding had stopped but the pain was still throbbing. I began cleaning the dried blood off the wound and dabbing it with anticeptic, wincing as the chemicals penetrated into my skin and burned under my skin. I wrapped my arm in a thin cloth bandage and pulled my shirt sleeve down. Nothing was visible. To the outside world, nothing had happened.
I looked up at the bathroom mirror, my pale reflection stared back. I looked like death. My eyes were dark and sunken, my hair drooped over my face and hung there. My mind began to drift back to the tall boy who had been here minutes before. There was something about him, he made me feel... Different. Like, I had something to focus on. I snapped back to reality and was faced with my own reflection once more, I sighed and wiped my eyes. I needed to find out who this boy was. I needed to know why he had such an effect on me.
