When they warn you, listen to them.
Don't waste you life on something that isn't worth it.
Specially not a guy.
When they tell you that something isn't good for you, listen to them.
I walked down the hallway with my hand rubbing against my arm.The black long sleeve shirt covered every single puncture mark on my arm.
Every mark.
Every scar.
I stopped at my locker like usual, but I found only a notebook that I needed and walked to my homeroom.
No one knew what I was going through, they didn't understand why I had to bring some sort of joy to my life.Even if it is in the most insignificant way, even if I hurt myself. But the pain brings joy to me, and the joy eventually brings pain to me.
"Bailey Havens?"
"I'm here!"I mumbled and the teacher checked me in her role book.
The bell rang and I walked to the 2nd floor, my History class.
I sat down next to Quinn.
"You don't look so good are you ok?"He asked instantly.
"Yeah,I'm good"I smiled.
He grinned,"What did you do yesterday?"
I twirled my hair around my finger and laughed.
"Nothing really.."
He ran his finger on my cheek and smiled,"You didn't sleep with anyone I would happen to know?"
"No"
Liar...
Quinn retreated his hand and took his hair out of his pale face.
"I'm getting 3 grams afterschool, you should chill with me and Bert"He smiled.
Can't he stop smiling for once?
"Sounds like fun"I nodded and scratched my arm once again.
REST IN RESULTS!
He turned around and began talking with some other guy I have never meet before.
And he kept looking over, as if he was talking about me or watching my every move.
I scratched my arm roughly and took of the hoodie then followed by pulling up the black long sleeve shirt.
Red puncture marks spread across my arm, a couple bleeding.
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