Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Fourty Seven Times ❯ Second Period Pt.2 ( Chapter 6 )

Author's Note: I made this as easy to read as possible. I didn't want to post something so morbid online where little kiddies could see it. This is actually a lot worse than I worded it here. All characters belong to me! Storyline and all!

 

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She had three options now. Go to the dean, the nurse, or hide out. She was most definitely not up to those first two.

 

So, hiding it is. Again. This was the fifth time she had been sent out of a classroom. She headed to the nearest girls room.

 

Stepping into a stall, she stopped to grab her wallet. As she closed the door, she eagerly pulled that gleaming piece of metal from the coin pocket, and took it out of the small cardboard packet she had made to keep it from ruining the leather. It was her second wallet in these forty seven days, the first being ruined by just that; it had been a gift, too.

 

Drawing that radiant razor across her skin hurt. But not as much as what she had done. How she had hurt her best friend. All those times she had joked with friends, ignorant, not noticing the pain that must have been radiating from those eyes. She hadn't known. But that was no excuse. Now, she did know. And understand.

 

How had she managed to laugh at something so serious? So terrible, leaving scars that couldn't be seen and wouldn't be healed. Now, the best friends were even closer. He had taken what could not be regained from the both of them. And neither could come forward.

 

As the number of red streaks across her arm grew, she wondered how long it would be before their bodies looked the same. How long before the scars began to blend, before there were so many you could no longer tell them apart? Before it was a pale patchwork that made her different from everyone else? Not that she wasn't a freak already.

 

She smiled as she thought about her system. She had started it a week after it had happened. She had make seven long cuts across her arm, and then had an idea. For every day that passed, she would add one to the number she allowed herself every twenty four hours. It was brilliant. It made her control herself, and by the time it was too much, she'd be dead anyway.

 

Reaching forty seven, she stopped. That was all she could do. She had been counting, but not thinking about it. I should have gone deeper. I've barely scratched the skin, just barely bleeding, just barely red even. I've wasted another day.

 

It looks so bad. With the others, all across my arm. So red. So beautiful. So many. And it isn't enough. I want more.

 

It's addicting, Lillian said. Well, of course she's right. I wonder what hers will be like today. Will she be mad at me for doing it again? Even as she does the same?

 

That little voice in the back of her head told her that at least Lillian was trying her best to stop.

 

She ignored it.

 

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