" Every cut on my wrists represents something. " I cried to myself, " a secret untold, a friend who has betrayed me, another day waiting... " The blood slowly dripped down my arm as I watched it intently, a single tear dripped from my cheek gently on to my arm, then another. I wondered to myself if I would ever forgive and forget, but my thoughts where interrupted by my mobile vibrating next to me, I looked down, - private number - I took a chance and answered it and slowly put it to my ear, " Hello? " I asked quietly.
" Melissa? " The voice asked. I didn't answer and the voice spewed out some very harsh abusive comments about myself and my friends. I ended the call and felt the tears run down my cheeks once again... After a long period of time of sitting there like that I looked down at my phone, nothing important I decided so I walked out of my bathroom to the front door, opened it slowly, quietly walked out into the cold breeze and slowly pulled the packet from my pocket, lit a smoke and sat on the grass staring at the moon, my tears finally ceased. I heard footsteps, I snuck a glace at the street behind me only to see a girl, " Hi. " She said cheerfully.
" Um, hello? " I replied.
" Would you mind if I took a ciggarett off you? "
I smiled and pulled one out for her. She sat next to me and said " My name is Ella. "
" Melissa. " I smiled back at her.
" Nice night isn't it... " She beamed looking straight at the moon. I nodded. She looked back at me then my arm, she frowned. " Every cut represents something, a secret untold, a friend betrayed, another day waiting... " She looked back at the moon, I was in denial, she qwoted me word for word! She stood gracefully and reached a hand for me, I took it but after I was standing I found myself to be alone. She had vanished? I turned only to see he pale blue eyes staring back at me, a wave of relief washed over me, I wasn't going insane.
