The girl with the bruises.

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JASONS POINT OF VIEW

I didn't see her for two weeks. TWO WEEKS! I miss her hair and her scent and her face. Wow I sound creepy..but it's true! People keep saying she's dead but I don't believe it. I can't believe it! She's. Not. Dead. There, i said it. And I'm going to believe it. "hey dude. You okay?" asked. "uh yeah man I'm cool." I said while fumbling with my jacket zipper. "have you been scratching..?" I froze. It was as if only me and my friend were in the room filled with silence and calmness, which scared me. I hesitantly said "no. " he started to grab for my wrist but I quickly pulled away. He gave me a look, a look I would never want to see on my best friends face.

Disappointment.

I grabbed my books and headed out the door. I pulled up my hood and went to my secret hideout it was an old maple tree by a stream with the most greenish grass and soothing warm breeze. I went here when I was having a bad day, when I got hit, when my parents divorced... It had always made me feel better. But I needed more than a view to help me feel happy. I needed my blades, but I'm too far from home and I'd rather not bother. I started to scratch when I heard singing.