Okay

2.

After that class I ran off to the bathroom, thinking about what he said. 'I've actually been wanting to talk to you recently about something'

My mind spins. I start to feel dizzy as I think about the possibilities. I slide down the cold wall in the biggest stall hoping nobody comes in during my breakdown.

Just then the toilet beside me flushes and I hold my breath with a sharp inhale, the air was freezing cold and my heart began to race.

Footsteps go to the sink and the water rushes out, giving me a chance to breath again for a second.
Of course, my breathing stops short the second the water stops almost causing me to choke and cough but I hold it in.

I hear their footsteps leave and I let go of my breath again. I sigh, pulling at my sleeves looking at my arms. They're littered with little marks. They have been for almost 2 years now.

Shaun was the one I would talk to about it. If I ever had a problem with my thoughts he'd be right there. But he's gone now.

Soon I will be too, if I manage to finally do it at some point. Poor Kory. He's gonna lose his only friend.

I'm sure he'll get over me fast though. I'm not worth missing. I'm just some kid that hates his life like every other damn person. 'I also happen to be one of the kids who's gonna do something about it.'

'Gonna do something about it'
My heart jumps again. I begin to picture my plan, smiling, hoping that I'll be able to execute it soon.

The bell rings.

"Fuck" I mutter quietly. I then rush out of the stall to see my old friend Wyatt looking directly at me. We haven't talked in a long time though.

My eyes widen and he just stands there looking confused. His black ripped jacket slugging off one shoulder.

"Hey Nate?" He says, it sounds more like a question though.

"Oh.. hey" I'm careful with my words so I don't stutter. Shaun, me, and him were friends for a long time. Although he was more Shaun's friend because I had Kory, but once Shaun died Wyatt left me. He was closer to my brother anyways, although he did know about my self harming and depression.

"What're you doing in here" he asked gently.

"L-Leaving" I almost shout...almost.

He once again gives me a concerned look and I look down. His eyes flicker to my arm then back to my face.

"You're still doing it... aren't you"

"N-no! Why would you think that!" I try to sound as defensive as possible while slamming down my sleeves. It comes out as a voice crack though which didn't seem to convince him.

"Nathan.. I'm still here to help" I roll my eyes.

I know he still cares but it just doesn't help me. If anything I just feel pitied, like a child when their parent dies.

"Look I'm trying to help you!" He raised his voice slightly to get my attention.

I wipe my eyes hard with my sleeve scratching them slightly. I can't believe I was so careless. How could I have left my sleeve up. Now I have to deal with Wyatt being concerned.