An Open Book
One Thing,
No one knows why I do the things I do. I don’t even think I do.
But I know one thing. David had my heart for a week, not an hour more, before he broke it into pieces. I was recovering, too. It had been two months since I’d seen that blade. Two months before I had seen the blood from my wrist. It wasn’t much, just a small cut, but it was right above a vein. I patched it up after. I went to school the next day, it had scabbed by then.
That was when my best friend saw what the small cut on my arm. Brandon already had a friend like that, but she stopped cutting. He questioned me about it. I managed to pass it off as a scratch I got from my cat.
I felt guilty, more than I had ever felt before. I hated David, more than I have ever hated anyone, because he caused it. It’s been a month since that happened. Brandon asked me out. We’ve been going out for two weeks, but he still doesn’t know about David. I want to tell him, but I know how he will react.
Sometimes, I just hate the world.
But I know one thing. David had my heart for a week, not an hour more, before he broke it into pieces. I was recovering, too. It had been two months since I’d seen that blade. Two months before I had seen the blood from my wrist. It wasn’t much, just a small cut, but it was right above a vein. I patched it up after. I went to school the next day, it had scabbed by then.
That was when my best friend saw what the small cut on my arm. Brandon already had a friend like that, but she stopped cutting. He questioned me about it. I managed to pass it off as a scratch I got from my cat.
I felt guilty, more than I had ever felt before. I hated David, more than I have ever hated anyone, because he caused it. It’s been a month since that happened. Brandon asked me out. We’ve been going out for two weeks, but he still doesn’t know about David. I want to tell him, but I know how he will react.
Sometimes, I just hate the world.