Please Just Care

Wwhy

My screen lit up with a beautiful fuchsia message. I answered

"Yeah, just friends." I imagined a perfectly happy troll sitting at her computer smiling and glubbing, but I was wrong. She was crying. And it was my fault. It's always my fault. All I do is hurt. Myself and others. I looked at the knife and pondered on a single thought for what seemed like hours.

I took it in my hand

Wwhy do I do this to myself.

My hand started shaking and the knife slipped out of my hand and clanged on the floor. The violet streamed down my cheeks.

"Wwhy doesn't she care?!?" My heart screamed but my mind was telling me to tell her how I felt. But I couldn't. I swore to myself would never tell her. So I picked up the knife and began to bleed. The thick violet oozed from my grey flesh. I wore sweaters to hide the scars from her.

Why would it matter to her, she's only your friend! Not even your moirail. Besides no one would even notice or care. The knife was my only true friend, it stayed with you when everyone else left.