Her Name Was Lydia

Her name was Lydia part 3

   I see Lydia come into class the next day, covering her face and looking down. When the teacher calls her name she just mumbles "here." She keeps a distant look on her face the entire class time. When the bell rings everyone leaves the class except for me and Lydia. I walk over to her and I put my hand on her shoulder. I can feel her shoulder blade through the shirt she's wearing. I quickly move my hand. "Are you alright?" I asked. Lydia turns and looks at me sadly. She moves her hand and I see two small pimples. "Lydia, it's alright. Everyone gets them," I say, trying to reassure her. "You don't get it. I just keep getting more and..." her voice trails off.  I try to make her feel better but nothing works. She walks to her next class.

     Lydia is the last one to walk into Art class and people are staring. She walks to her seat as fast as she can. "She needs to be locked up somewhere," Tilly says laughing. She looks at me expecting to agree with her comment. "I think she's nice," I say. "Oh, you think she's nice? I bet you think she's pretty too!" Says Tilly, making a scene. "Shut up," I say angrily. Tilly stops talking. I smile at her. I stare at the back of Lydia's head, waiting for her to do something. I know she heard us talking about her. She doesn't do anything. The bell rings and everyone heads out. I stay behind to look at Lydia's painting. She painted a dove in a cage that was trying to break free. It was very good. I walk out of the classroom.

    I head to my lockers, passing the bathrooms. I hear crying so I stop. It comes from the girls' room so I look  to see if anyone is in the hall. When I see the coast is clear, I walk in. I stay silent for a moment trying to figure out who was crying. "Hello?" I say. "Who is it?" the girl replies, softly. I know that voice. "Lydia? Is that you?" I ask. She doesn't say anything for a while, then she comes out of the stall. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" I ask, with a worried look on my face. "I'm fine now," Lydia replies, looking down. "Is this because of Tilly? She's not usually like this," I tell her. "Would I be as pathetic as I feel if I said yes?" She asks. "No, of course not. You're sensitive, I get it," I say, trying to make her feel better. She smiles at me, and she actually looks me in the eyes for once. Her eyes are a light shade of blue. "I have to go," she says. She walks out. I was about to leave, but something catches my eye. I see blood on the floor of the stall she was just in. What did she do?

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 More to come. I'm like super sleepy.