Sam

Taurtis was quiet the next morning. He only spoke when we asked him a question, but even then, he only replied with short answers. When Grian and I said something we thought was funny, Taurtis would only force a laugh. He seemed distant, like something was in his mind.

I stopped him before we entered the school.

"Taurtis, what's wrong?" I asked seriously.

"Yeah, you look like something's on your mind," Grian added. "What is it?"

Taurtis didn't make eye contact. "Nothing."

"Something's obviously wrong. Did something happen with (Y/N) last night?" I asked.

"No," Taurtis said hesitantly.

"What happened? Did she do something?"

"No," Taurtis sighed. "It was me."

Then he entered the school without another word.

What on earth does he mean? I asked myself.

We stepped into the school ourselves, making our way to Okami's classroom.

(Y/N)

You silently cursed yourself as you ran out the door. You had woken up late, seeing as you had stayed up past midnight last night. Now, you were late for school.

You reached the local store. Looking in the window, you saw a pair of long, (F/C) wristbands, almost like arm warmers. You gave in to the temptation and headed u to the store to by the wristbands.

While hurrying to school, you took off your hoodie and slipped on the wristbands. You smiled, they fit perfectly well. Then you ran the rest of the way to school.

You hesitated before steppe sing into Okami's class. You were really late. Okami was halfway through her lesson. Biting your lip, you debated it inside your head.

I can't suffer through the embarrassment, you thought. Not again. The class is almost over anyways. I'll just wait it out.

So you turned around and headed up the stairs, making your way to the roof.

You sat on the edge, dangling your legs off the side. For a slight moment, you were tempted to jump.

My life's horrible, your mind said. No one will miss me anyways.

You shook your head, deciding against it. Sam, Taurtis, Grian, Chan, they would miss you. And you had the (F/C) rose back home you needed to take care of.

Not yet, you told your mind. Not yet.

Sighing, you pulled back your new wristbands to look at your scars. You could still remember the day you got them. Back when you lived in (Country). With your oh-so cruel parents.

Flashback

"You're a pathetic excuse for a daughter!"

Your mother, if she could be called that, threw you I to the bathroom, locking you in. It had been the absolute worst day of your life. Ever since Chan left to go back to Japan, your life had gone downhill. Your parents never lay a finger on you when Chan was around, but after she left, they started beating you. People at school made fun of you because of the bruises, which made things worse. You had become a loner, anti-social, the outcast. And everyone made fun of you for it.

Every day you wished for the times before Chan left. Especially when you thought about him. Yes, there was a him. His name was (Name). He had (preferred style) (preferred color) hair and (preferred adjective) (preferred color) eyes. He was so nice to you, so thoughtful. Even after Chan left, he was there for you. Then there came an accident, one you wished had never happened. You vividly remember the day when you found out. (Name) had died in a car accident. A man purposefully rammed his car into (Name)'s, causing him to spin out of control and crash. Later, you found out that man was your father, but none of the evidence could be traced back to him.

Your grades dropped dramatically. Straight from A's down to F's. This particular day, you had come home with your report card.

"What did you make?" your mother demanded. You passed her the report card, your hand violently shaking. Your were scared. Sure, your mother wasn't as heartless and cruel as your father, but she was very violent. Your mother's eyes narrowed when she saw that you were failing every class.

"You're the dumbest, most unsuccessful person I've ever seen!" she shrieked. You kept your mouth shut, lowering your head.

She kicked you in the stomach with her pointed boot tip. Being the weak, frail person you were, you dropped to the ground. This allowed the woman to continuously kick you until your were crumpled on the ground, coughing up blood. Your weren't crying only because you had cried so much over the past months that there wasn't a single drop of water left in you.

Your so-called mother then threw you into the bathroom, screaming another insult.

You slowly got up, shaking violently. There was only one thing you could do.

Opening the bathroom cabinet, you brought out a knife. Yes, your family kept a knife in the bathroom. It was your dad's fault. He wanted to shave with a knife, refusing to use a razor because he was 'old-fashioned.'

You pulled down your left sleeve and brought the knife to your wrist.

One for your stupidity.

Two for your cruel parents.

Three for the terrible people at school.

Then you turned to your right wrist.

Four for Chan's absence.

Five for your lost love.

Six for your hope-forsaken life.

You let the warm liquid that was your blood drip down your wrists. Then you decided something else.

Seven to end it all.

Slowly, you raised the knife to your neck. It was so easy. You could just end everything and not suffer anymore pain...

Chan's voice came back to you. She knew about your parents. You told her about (Name). She had given you advice before she left.

"No matter how bad things get, just promise me you won't die, okay?" she had said. "Stay alive."

"I promise," you replied. "Just for you."

You threw the knife across the bathroom. You couldn't break your promise to Chan.

Checking your pockets, you found out you had only had your phone. Your phone and your hoodie. Your phone had data, and your hoodie would hide your wrists.

So you opened the bathroom window and ran away.

End of Flashback

You smiled as tears poured down your face. Now you were here, away from that cruel world back in (Country). You sobbed, half out of joy, half out of depression. (Name) was gone, and you still had these scars. But now, you were back with Chan with three boys that obviously liked you. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad.

You felt a hand be gently placed on your shoulder.

"You alright?" a voice asked.

You shook your head.

"Come away from the edge, you might fall."

You allowed the person to move you slightly away from the side of the building. They wrapped their arms around you, and you fell to into their embrace.

Sam

During Okami's lesson, I saw (Y/N) through the window. She seemed to be going over something in her head, since she was biting her lip. Then she turned around and headed back up the stairs.

After class, I went to look for (Y/N). I checked every floor until I got to the roof.

She was sitting there, feet over the edge, sobbing. Her wrists were placed in her lap. I noticed she was wearing wristbands, but the tops were pulled down slightly.

I walked over to her, kneeling down. I placed my hand in her shoulder.

"You alright?" I asked. I mentally slapped myself. Of course she wasn't alright!

She shook her head.

"Come away from the edge, you might fall."

She allowed me to pull her away from the edge. I wrapped her into a hug. She accepted it and placed her head on my chest. I took a look at her hands. I saw that she had scars on her wrists. Scars that looked a lot like...oh no.

"(Y/N)?" I asked quietly. She looked up at me. I lightly lifted her hands, palms facing up.

"What are these?"

~A/N: 0.0 what. have. I. done~