The Girl With Invisible Scars

A wound that won't heal

That Saturday I met at the place we were supposed to meet. It had gone on an hour and she still hadn't shown and I was starting to get worried.

I continued waiting until two hours went by. I tried calling her. No answer. I waited a few seconds before trying again. Someone picked up. But it wasn't her.

I heard a crying voice, "who is this?" She asked.

I told her my name and told her how I knew the girl.

She then said the words I had hoped to never hear again. "She's gone. She took her own life."