If you are squeamish don't read this.

Okay.

As they waited for the bus they listened to music on their phone. They watched other kids get on their buses and talk in a group. They started to feel lonely and anxious. They pulled up their jacket sleeve to reveal curious shaped scars.

They started picking at one that had just healed up. They hissed in pain but kept going. Finally they tore the skin off and rolled it between their fingers before flicking it to the ground. The scar started to bleed heavily.

They started to pick at the edges, making the scar even bigger than it used to be. After a while, they were satisfied. Just as their bus pulled up they pulled their sleeve down.

They sat in their seat as the bus pulled off. They selected a different song on their phone and saw that nails were stained in blood. They looked around and saw that they were the only one on the bus.

They smiled and licked their nails.