Yet Another Story

A beautiful night in a relatively quiet neighborhood. The perfect beginning to our story. There's a party. The door to the house with the party in it opens, and a shadow quietly slips out. It's a girl, in a dress. This girl wouldn't normally wear a dress, but because it's her friend's party, her mom made her.
When she slipped out, she had a messenger bag over her shoulder, which was her own. She ran to the playground. And there she began cutting. She was overwhelmed by the amount of people in the house, and by her step-dad, yelling at her for not telling him where she was going.
Soon after, a boy with a flannel shirt and khakis ran to her, and yanked the knife out of the hand she was cutting with. He threw it into the woods, and grabbed bandages out of the messenger bag, and dressed her wounds. He grabbed her phone and started playing music that would calm her down, and rested his head on her shoulder.
A few minutes later, a second boy, this one the subject of the party, came over with another one of his friends. They came to see a girl with bloody bandages listening to music and crying while a boy whispered things in her ear, calming her. The friend of a friend was confused, until the mutual friend explained that the girl has anxiety, and is a bit suicidal some days.
The stranger then looked at the strange pair up in the structure, and started laughing. The girl started crying even more, and he stopped. The friend slapped him, and he apologized to her.

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