*ANNA'S POV*
I shut the bathroom door and rolled up my sleeve. Old scars crisscrossed my skin underneath newer ones. I sighed and held the blade up to my wrist. I deserved this. I'm worthless. Someone who means nothing should die. I should die. But it would make Eli upset. I shouldn't care. But I do. I love him. And I'm going to hurt him by doing this, but I need to. I have to. I pressed down and slowly dragged the razor across my wrist. A thin line of blood appeared and began slowly increasing in size. I bit my lip to hold in my cries and whimpers of pain. Normally it wouldn't hurt, but it had been a while since I'd cut, so I had somewhat forgotten the familiar feeling. As I cut further and further down my arm, the stinging began to subside until I couldn't even feel the blade biting into my skin. The floor seemed to sway under my feet. I looked at my arm and gasped. It was covered in blood. I realized I'd cut too much while not paying attention. I dropped the blade and thrust my arm into the sink, turning on the water. I watched the water run red as it washed the excess blood from my arm. Once the blood had been cleaned off, I looked at my arm and was unable to count the number of fresh scars from just now. I felt a bit sad over what I'd done, but reminded myself that I deserved it. I heard footsteps getting closer, so I quickly pulled my sleeve down just as Eli opened the door. "Anna? What are you doing?"
"Using the bathroom."
"I heard water running."
"Yeah, I was washing my hands. But I'm done now." I walked past him into my room. I felt bad about lying to him, but it was better that he didn't know. Right?
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When Worlds Collide
Teen FictionThe bad boy of the school, Eli Bradbury, has always been seen as a player and a delinquent. He juggles girls like clowns juggle pins. Enter Anna Murphy, the transfer student from Ireland. She suffers from depression, anxiety, suicidal tendencies, an...
