The girl woke panting; she didn’t want to remember, what had happened anymore. The fire, the smoke, the screaming; now everything was gone. Her parents no longer walked the earth and her foster parents acted like she didn’t exist, yes her life sucked but that wasn’t all, next there were the dreams, make that night mares which seemed so real, and that boy-no she didn’t want to think about it. Almost screaming she took the familiar razor and rolled up her sleeve, old scar still healing were now reopened as she sliced the blade across her arm and again and again, until she felt like she could finally breathe once more.
School was hectic, she was surely going to fail, but she acted like everything was fine. She walked to her favourite lunch spot a little before the bell rang and le the sun warm her scars from beneath her scratchy school jumper. Sighing she got out her jacket wincing at the all too familiar pain that lay beneath the bandaged wounds, and dropped the apple she had been holding. She held her wrist and didn’t notice the person standing above her, apple in hand.
“Ummm.” The voice surprised her and she jumped. “Is this yours?”
She looked up and saw her favourite pair of eyes looking at her, it was him. He was her school girl crush, he was a year older than he, and problem didn’t even no she existed; this was the first time they had spoken. Surprised she stumbled, and clumsily tried to take the apple from her hand, it dropped to the ground yet again. He laughed, she blushed, and he picked it up and then sat next to her.
“I think you will need a new one, this one’s all cut.” The cuts in her arm began to throb.
“Here,” he dug into his bag and pulled out a new apple, “You can have mine.” He smiled, she smiled back.
[To be continued]
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