They don't need to understand.

Being tough almost killed me.

Andy's POV.

Sara has such a beautiful artistic vibe. She drew one of my former friends.

I noticed all throughout the class period, that she was staring and watching my every move. She somehow takes away the pain i've felt inside for so long.

"STOP IT ANDY! YOU'RE SETTING YOURSELF UP FOR HEARTBREAK ONCE AGAIN!" My mind screams at me.

I pause and sigh.

My classes fly by in no time.

I pack up my things and walk out to my car. It was a silent drive home. Scout popped up, oh no...

Tears flooded my vision and I almost ran off the road.

"Get it together Andy. You're almost home." I say to myself so I don't get put into the hospital.

I finally arrive home, and I run over to my bed. I look underneath to find my old friends in an old shoebox.

"Scout, you've gotten to me once again" I say in a shaky voice and I grab the blade and put it up against my forearm.

I feel the coldness of the blade as I push down, I feel a sense of relief.

I clean off the blood and I lay down and just trace over the marks on my arm.

"Andy. How could you start this again after four years?"

I feel a tear slip down my cheek.

I close my eyes and Think about one thing that brings a smile to my face.

The most beautiful girl i've ever seen.

Sara.