North of perfect

Monday

The week went by fast.Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. All of them I ignored Jesse in class and his constant texts.

Monday morning I plopped down next Sam and smoothed out my shirt and skirt. It was high in the front and long in the back with tiny little red flowers

"OMG Hanna!" Kayly squealed "Your hair!"

"Woah. What happened?" Sam asked, staring at my hair.

"I dunno, maybe I got it cut and colored perhaps?" I said sarcastically "Nah, that can't be it, can it?"

My once long blond hair was now dark red and short with swept bangs and a bit of a bob. I had put a white and black headband in and a pair of small gold hoops.

"Why did you do it?" Kayly asked in a hushed tone

"Because I wanted to. I decided I wanted to and my mom took me on Saturday to get it done." I responded

"Well I think it looks cool." Sam said

"You look sexy Hanna." said a boy Linden who was sitting behind us

"Um, thanks?" I said, unsure how to respond to that. He winked at me and turned back around. All bus ride I kept on getting comments from people, either that they loved it or that I looked terrible.

As soon as I got off the bus I put on my hoodie and walked into school and into the bathroom and started crying in a stall. I started thinking about all of the mean comments I've been getting when my phone buzzed. I opened it, expecting it to be a text from my mom,

"U little bitch, ur hair is so ugly and ur a terrible prsn"

It was from an unknown number and I started to cry even harder, tears streaming down my face. I pulled out my nail clippers and thirty seconds later my old scars were bleeding again.

I left the bathroom a minute later, my eyes just barely puffy and my nail clippers stowed in my bag. A hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and spun me around, causing my bag to fall and spill open.

"Hanna. I need to talk to you." it was Jesse

"Just please let me pick up my stuff." I pleaded, seeing the bloody nail clippers on the ground.

"Not until you tell me why you won't talk to me." he said, tightening his grip

"Just let me go! Please!" I begged, trying to pull my wrist over.

"Fine. But I'm going to help you." he let go of my wrist and bent down. I bent down quickly besides him and started to reach for the nail clippers when he grabbed them.

"Why are these bloody, Hanna?" He asked, his brow furrowed.

"I-I cut off a bit of my nail accidentally."i stammered

"It looks like to much blood for a small cut. Let me see it." He reached out to grab me wrist

"No!" I pulled away and he was to quick. He turned my hand over, rolled up my wrist and pushed away my bracelets.

"I knew it." he stated grimly

"How long have u known?"

"Since the beginning of the year. When I ran into you I thought I saw blood on your wrist but I wasn't sure."

"Oh." I looked down

"Why do you do it?"

"Can we please talk about this later? People are staring." I muttered under my breath

"Meet me in the library during lunch."

"Fine. I'm normally there anyways." I got up, grabbed my bag and went to home room. Not looking back."