Dear Nash

I'm sorry

~Nash p.o.v~

How could someone do something so evil.

And it made me feel worse to think I was that type of person.

It made me feel terrible for Scarlet.

Scarlet ran off.

"You evil bitch." I yelled going at Claire. It literally took the whole gang to hold me back.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Claire asked with a fake smile.

"You know what you did you evil bitch. How could you do that Scarlet." I yelled trying to get at her again but struggled do to my "body guards". "Haha I was doing you a favor. Its not like you even like the slut." She said laughing. Her friends laughed with her.

"She's not a slut and you don't know shit." I yelled one last time before I ran off to find Scarlet.

I ran all around the school. Although, I do remember a place she would go to write in her book.

She was so full of light.

If only I knew how dark she really was.

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 I ran to the garden down the street.

Its like a huge park with high hedges, stone benches, birdbaths ,vines, old stone buildings, and fountains.

It was a beautiful place.

I quickly entered and search through the garden.

It was like a maze.

After a while my running paced down.

There she was.

Writing in her book, her hair blowing in the breeze, and tears streaming down her face.

I walked over to her.

I sat beside her.

She didn't notice. I broke the tension.

"What ya writing." I asked softly.

"It-t-ts n-not my lyrics." She mumbled.

"May I look at it?" asked.

She nodded wiping her eyes and looking away.

I took the book and read the lyrics.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror

why am I doing this to myself 

losing my mind on a tiny error 

I nearly left the real me on the shelf

 I finished. Those are really good lyrics.

"Wow." I said.

"Yeah." She replied. We sat in silence for a while.

"Why does everyone hate me?" Scarlet cried.

It killed me to hear her cry like this.

"No one hates you." I said shaking my head.

"That's a lie or else they wouldn't make fun of me." She retorted.

"You shouldn't listen to what people say." I said. "Yeah well they're right aren't they. I'm fat, I'm ugly, I'm a slut." She cried out with a venomous tone.

 "No. No you're not Scarlet. Please listen to me." I cried out grabbing her hands but, she stood up and moved a little way.

It broke my heart.

"I can't take it no more." She whispered with her eyes closed.

Tears were still streaming down her face.

"Please don't give up." I said tears were already starting to fall from my eyes.

"I already have." She whispered.

She turned on her heel and walked away. I watched her fade into the distance.

All I could think of was that I failed her.

~Scarlet's p.o.v~

When I left Nash I went straight home. Thank God my aunt was at work.

I went straight to my room. I lied on my bed.

The events of the day went through my head. It brought tears to my eyes.

I felt my feet get up. I was involuntarily walking to the bathroom.

There it was. My silver friend.

I grabbed it and examined.

It was still shiny as ever. The tears were coming hard.

It made my vision blurry.

I slowly slid up my sleeve. I placed the blade on my skin. Swish.

The blade came across my skin.

I broke my promise.

Swish.

Blood was now dripping from my skin.

The posters popped up in my head. 

Swish.

Swish.

I was at my breaking point. 

Swish.

I'm sorry Nash.

Swish.

I'm sorry Nash.

Swish.

I'm sorry Nash.

I was trembling badly and blood was everywhere.

I dropped down and curled into a ball.

I cried out for help.

My pain and agony was intense.

I remember thinking one thing before I passed out.

I'm sorry Nash.