I thought maybe if I don't move he'll go away. But he kept asking the same question over and over again and started banging on the door. I could still feel blood dripping down my hand onto the floor.

"Tyler, what is going on in there?" Mat asked again. I stayed quiet. "You know that staying quiet will not make me leave." He added. I decided to finally say something.

"I don't know what to tell you." I said.

"Just tell me why there is blood on the floor in the stall." He answered and I got more scared by the second.

"I-I'll tell you... but you have to promise to not say a word to anyone. Not even Safiya." I said and heard him sigh. I quickly took some toilet paper and put it on my cut wounds to stop the bleeding. Then I unlocked the door and I was fully scared. Mat opened the door and was full of shock. I still just looked at the ground. I didn't wanna show him my bruises on the face.

"This is serious, Tyler. What did you use?" Mat asked and I took the razor blade out of my pocket. Mat immidiately took it and put it into his own pocket. "I am not giving it back." He said.

"Don't tell Saf. I don't want her to worry about me. Please." I said as I was looking at the ground.

"Tyler, why don't you just look at me?" He asked. Seconds after he took some toilet paper and wiped the blood that was on the floor. "Look at me." He said. I raised my head. I saw his eyes widen. "Who did this?" He asked. Then he noticed the blood on my pants and my hoodie. The bell rang. "I'm going to the counselor's office to tell her that I'll drive you home 'cause you're really sick. Please just stay in the stall until I come back. Please. Let me help you." He said and looked at me with a worried expression. Then he ran out.

I went out of the stall and looked at myself in the mirror. I really am ugly. I am fat. I am useless. I am a waste of space. If only I had my razor blade here. I would've cut through my throat right here, right now.

Then the door swumg open and Mat entered. "Thanks for staying here. I didn't think you would've wanted me to help you." He said. I looked at him angry.

"Give me my razor blade back." I said angrily.

"No way." He answered and I jumped on him.

"Give it to me." I got angrier as I pinned him to the wall.

"Tyler, listen. I know if I give you the razor blade back, you'll end yourself. And I don't want that. Just think of all of the people that love you. Your family, Safiya, me. You can't die. Just give me chance to help you." He said. I let go of him.

"Then let's go home." I said and he nodded. We went into his car and drove to his house.