Here's the thing.. Jonah and I have been friends for a while now. since fifth grade, actually. He never started this until last week. It hurts. It's like I'm doing it myself, but I don't own a blade. Jonah, please stop. you're hurting me.
Bekkah woke up early on a friday morning, got dressed in her usual school uniform. Navy blue blazer with a red sweater vest, a white short sleeved button down shirt, and a red and navy striped tie. She also wore a short (and uncomfortable) white kakhi skirt with knee high white socks with red and navy blue stripes across the top. She was also authorized to wear big, cumbersome, black shoes.
She sauntered clumsily over to her vanity where she stared at herself in the mirror. She had a fair face, much prettier than the other girls'. She had big, curious bluish green eyes, and pretty lips. She had long eye lashes, (Somehting she got from her Matka) , and long, loosley curled hair that was layered with natural brunette and blonde hair (something she got from her Otec). She stood up and was able to study her becoming frame from her shoulder to her waist. She knew she was pretty. Jonah told her everyday, but she still couldn't help but worry. She decided to take it up with Jonah. He was always straight with her.
Once she had completed her daily morning routine in her bedroom, she rushed downstairs to get a granola bar to eat. She had grabbed the snack out of its designated jar on the kitchen counter when she couldn't flex her right wrist. She was crying out of fear before the pain hit. And it hit hard.
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When Soulmates Cut
Mystery / ThrillerIt's only a matter of time before Bekkah realizes that she did nothing to herself to obtain these scars on her wrists. She doesn't even own a blade! She does have a friend, though. A friend she's really close to. He cuts. Could he be who's giving h...
