Feelings. (#5)

I slide down the wall, iPod in hand. I look at my wrist, where her name is written in marker. I dig my iPod into my wrist and make it bite as hard as it can, and her name becomes lighter. Tears run down my face as I mouth the words 'I'm lost without you.' A teacher walks in and asks if I'm okay. 'Not really,' I say. My teacher knows where I am, yes, so she leaves. I let out a sigh, and more tears. Footsteps. I look up to find the person I least wanted to see. 'What're you doing?' She asks. 'I don't feel good.' I say in a shaky voice. She tells I can't sit in the bathroom floor all day, and that she'd be right back. 'Where are you going?' I ask. She said she was going to get someone.

I said silently.
'What?' She asks.
'Nobody can help me. I barely whisper.
I see in my mind her initials on my wrist in red marker. She walks out after I turn her wrists over to actually find them there.