Today is a new day, I say in my mind this morning. I wear black skinny jeans with and black shirt and a jacket to cover.....the scars..... I feel a twist in my stomach. I grab and blade and put it in my pocket (just in case). I grab my back pack and go to school walking. The whole way there I think about the cuts and I any possible question people will ask if they see them and an answer or excuse for the question. By the time I get there some of my friends are there including her. I instantly smile a real smile this time. I hug her for a long time a squeeze her maybe to tight but I can't help it, I have to much pain. We talk for a while until the bell rings.
*hey*
*hi*
*you seem difderent*
*oh.. I'm just tired* (why can't she see I'm dying inside)
*no, what's wrong?*
*nothing...*
*i know you're lying*
She reaches for my hand I pull away almost instantly.
*whats on your hand*
She reaches again but this time I'm stunned and I can't move. She touches my wrist.
*ouch*
She moves my jacket up. She doesn't say anything, she doesn't do anything. I reach for her. She moves just like I did the first time. ???? I reach for her wrist again and manage to get her sweater. I pull it down and see scars, there like mine, but she has more.
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Teen FictionPeople lie between there teeth and no one reads between the lines and that's where all the true colors are
