The next day.

This one isn't as good, and very short, so...

'Should I tell her? No, I shouldn't. No now, anyway. But she /is/ my best friend, she has a right to know...'
I walked into Science, my horrible itchy maroon school jumper covering the painful cuts on my wrists + arms. I sat down in my usual spot, next to Renz.
I tried desperately to concentrate on what we were doing, but I couldn't. It felt like she already knew, I had this wierd feeling she was accusing me already.
I reached up to brush my hair out of my eyes and the sleeve of my jumper slipped down.
/Oops./
I turned my head slowly to look at Renz . She was giving me...a look. It was a horrible look, too. She made a disapproving noise and went back to her work. She didn't talk to me for the rest of the lesson, which was all she had to do. I felt so stupid for ever doing what I did. And she was the one that made me feel bad. I had scared her, I was pretty sure of it. I couldn't bear to think of what she'd say when she finally talked to me.
I would never take off my jumper. I let Renz look at the scars, just once. It was worse than I could ever imagine. I almost cried.