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"Oh, hello. I didn't think anyone would come here. Should I go? "Kelly sat on the ground. We were in a small garden next to a wood. The garden was part of a big house. Nobody lived here so I thought nobody would come here. I wanted to turn round but she said: "No. Please stay." So I stayed. For some minutes I stood next to her but then I sat down. I took one of her hands and stroked her hair with my other hand. She started to cry. I knew Kelly's dad drank too much alcohol and her mother was dead. She had cut her arms, so she has many scars. At this moment I realised that she had three new scars and a knife next to her. For a few seconds I was shocked. Had she cut herself again? Why did she do that? I hugged her. She smelled like a day in a candy shop. Her hair felt as soft as the fur of a bunny. If the sun had set, I would have kissed her because of the moment. But it was afternoon and soon 4 p.m. So we just sat next to each other. I held her in my arms and she was crying.

Two weeks had passed. I had not seen Kelly. Not in the school, not in the supermarket, not at her house. I missed her. I thought I was in love with her. On a sunny morning I wanted to visit my friend. He did not live in my town, so I had to go by train. When I was at the train station, I saw Kelly. She stood on a bridge ready to jump. "Kelly ", I shouted. She turned round and saw me." Kelly ", I shouted again and started to run up to her. When I was on the same bridge and about thirty feet away from her she said "Stop. Do not come to me. I will jump" "Kelly. Do not jump!" I did not want her to jump. "Why?" she asked me. She starred at me. "Let me come. Please. I will show you." "ok. But promise you will let me go" "I promise" I wanted to cry but I could not. I went to her. She had cried. Her arms had more scars. "Now show me" she ordered. "Yes" I said and took her hands. Then I kissed her. And the wonderful thing was she kissed me back. "I love you Kelly" I whispered "Me too" She had thought nobody loved her but I did. I loved her more than myself. I wanted to kiss her again but she said sorry, gave me a kiss and jumped down the bridge.

After three months everything had changed in my life. Just I missed her. Every night I dreamed about her. How beautiful shewas. Why she jumped. And things like that. Three days after she had left me and all the others I started to cut myself. Was I the reason why she had jumped?Maybe, but I don't think so. I always carried a knife with me. There were manymoments when I cut myself. I had scars on both of my arms also on the handy on,on my legs and feet and three on my face. It was so terrible for me. On my lefthand I wrote something. A word. I cut myself and wrote a word. It was on thethird day after her death. Between eleven p.m. and midnight. It said "Kelly".And a hart after the word.