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You felt a hand roughly grab yours, giggles as your head is slammed against a wall.

You scream as blood trickles down your forehead, and you feel some pool up in your mouth before your head is tugged back then slammed into the wall again.

You whimper as your nose seems to bend, obviously broken. Your face hurts. You just want it to end. Why don't they just finish you now? Why?!

"Leave her alone!"

It was a strong voice, a voice you faintly recognised, but rarely heard. You knew who it was: the head of the martial arts club: budo masuta.

You twist your head to look, face still being held down. You see his furious face, the way he stands firmly with his fists clenched.

The girl holding you squeals in fear, letting go of you and running. Your body slumped and your head hits the floor. Blood and tears still run down your face.

Budo runs over to you and stares helplessly. You see the fear in his eyes, fear for you, and it fills your empty heart with warmth.

"O-oh my God, what did they- I think your nose is broken! I-"

"N-no" you murmur, slowly getting up, everything hurting as you steady yourself. You avoid his gaze. "M'okay. A little rattled, but OK"

"Y-you sure?" Budo certainly doesn't seem to believe you, and suddenly you want to cry. You want to tell him that no, you aren't OK, that you want to die and your terrified.

But for some reason, the words won't come. All you can muster is a tired nod, before staggering last him. Budo seems helpless for once.

When you get home, the house is cold and lifeless. You kick off your shoes, running up to your room and slamming the door, screaming into your pillow, blood seeping from your face into the soft material, dying it an ugly brown red.

You suddenly feel it; the itch, the urge. Your hand twitches and before you know it, in your hand is a knife.

You bring the knife up and down, retracing old scars, and drawing a pretty pattern on your arm with the knife.

Searing pain makes you lightheaded, but you don't stop. As blood drips onto the floor and pools, you continually move your hand back and forth.

You didn't sleep.

%the next morning%

You wake up on the floor, arm splayed out in front of you. The scars are fresh and some still bleed. The knife has somehow made its way onto your desk.

You pull on your school uniform, you don't even bother to hide your arms.

You don't eat breakfast, running out of the door.

You run into the school, hearing the gym teacher cry out in shock at your arm, running up the stairs two at a time.

Finally, up here. The roof. You climb on top of the railing and spread your arms. It seems you have quite an audience, a crowd has gathered below.

You close your eyes and step forwards. The wind whips through your hair as your body falls.... Then jerks as it stops.

You feel yourself be pulled back up. Budo takes you into his arms without saying a word, and you cry out apologies.

Ten years later

"Mommy mommy, look at the drawing I drew!" Kaitlin holds up her drawing to you, a scribble faintly resembling a dragon.

You pat her on the head, smiling at her, and she shows it to 'daddy' too.

Budo leans down and gives her a hug, and you smile as your hands absentmindedly trails over your arm, a emotion playing in your eyes. Love.

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