The Lovely Lie of "I'm Okay."

Ella Sommer is your typical, average teenage girl. Not popular, but not a loser. Ella had a normal life until her mom passed away, and she's stuck with her father, whose been distant since his wives death 6 months ago. Ella still smile and laughs, but no one knows who she is behind closed doors. No one sees the scars hidden under her sleeves and jeans. No one sees the lack of energy she has from not eating. She thought she had it all figured out how to hide this from everyone at school, and she did. Until the bad boy of the school, Noah Wills, catches her under the stairs at school, crying, with a blood dripping from her arm and a blade in hand.

"What are you doing?" I jump at the sound of the deep voice. Startled, I look to see a tall, bleach blonde boy. Noah Wills. Better known as the toughest guy in school. Known for the outrageous rumors spread about drugs and girls and fights. He was a mystery to me. His dark blue eyes dart between my arm that's stained with blood, and my face.

I pull my sleeve down immediately and glare at him. "It's none of your business." I stand up to leave, but he was blocking the only way out. I look at him, waiting for him to move but he doesn't budge. "Are you going to move?" I state angrily.

Completely ignoring my question, "Why would you harm yourself?" I open my mouth to speak, but the words just won't come out. I didn't know this guy. I couldn't tell him that my mom was dead and my father was practically gone as well. I couldn't tell of the stress I had. I couldn't tell him that no one loved me anymore and that no one cared if I was dead. I couldn't tell him about the name calling. "Well? I'm waiting." His body language made him looked pissed, but his eyes told a different story. But I couldn't tell him. I didn't know him.

"You don't know me." I duck under his arm that's leaning against the wall and start walking away from him.

"Would you stop if I did Ella?"