Cutter, chapter 2
Andie's P.O.V.
Briana saw me in the bathroom, and it scared the hell out of me. I'm really close with Briana. She knows about my mom, and she's the only one. Thank God she doesn't know I hurt myself. Well, not for sure. Damn, I knew I should have gone into one of the stalls. The worst she could do is tell a teacher or someone. One of my friends last year was searched because someone thought she burned herself. She didn't though. I guess you can't blame the teachers. I mean, considering the suicide rates here.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure Briana won't tell. She's good at keeping secrets, and she knows about my mom and hasn't told anyone, so what about this. I mean, it's no different, right?
Briana's P.O.V.
I saw her again, and this time, I was determined to talk to her. This wasn't going to be either fun or easy, but I have to do it.
"Andie!" I yelled through the hallway. She turned around. Thier icy blue eyes met mine. They were cold and blank, though. I could tell she was worried.
"Hi, Bree," she said softly.
"Look, Andie, I've been meaning to ask you-" she cut me off.
"Briana, if this is about me hitting my arm on the sink, it's no big deal. It's just a scrape. It'll go away!" she said defensively.
"Andie, I think you're cutting," I finally said.
"Briana, if I'm cutting I think that's my own problem, so just go away!" she yelled. I backed away, and began to run. I didn't run to my next class, though. I ran to the school shrink. I was gonna do something I wish I didn't have to do. I wanted to help Andie, and I knew she probably wouldn't see that.
The Next Day
Andie's P.O.V.
When I was in 5th period science, I got a slip from the school shrink. Great, now I get to "talk about my feelings" with some creepy lady widow who smells like an old sock, my favorite. I bet Briana told. That bitch! I knew I shouldn't have said that back there. You know what? I'm just not gonna go. I'd just sit right through 6th period, and not even think about it.
The only problem was, the creepy lady found me the next period. I was forced down there, but I promised myself I wouldn't talk. If I did, I knew my mom would find out I told somebody about myself, and she'll think I'm being selfish. I'd have about ten more bruises and cuts than I usually would, and I wasn't going to let that happen.
Briana saw me in the bathroom, and it scared the hell out of me. I'm really close with Briana. She knows about my mom, and she's the only one. Thank God she doesn't know I hurt myself. Well, not for sure. Damn, I knew I should have gone into one of the stalls. The worst she could do is tell a teacher or someone. One of my friends last year was searched because someone thought she burned herself. She didn't though. I guess you can't blame the teachers. I mean, considering the suicide rates here.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure Briana won't tell. She's good at keeping secrets, and she knows about my mom and hasn't told anyone, so what about this. I mean, it's no different, right?
Briana's P.O.V.
I saw her again, and this time, I was determined to talk to her. This wasn't going to be either fun or easy, but I have to do it.
"Andie!" I yelled through the hallway. She turned around. Thier icy blue eyes met mine. They were cold and blank, though. I could tell she was worried.
"Hi, Bree," she said softly.
"Look, Andie, I've been meaning to ask you-" she cut me off.
"Briana, if this is about me hitting my arm on the sink, it's no big deal. It's just a scrape. It'll go away!" she said defensively.
"Andie, I think you're cutting," I finally said.
"Briana, if I'm cutting I think that's my own problem, so just go away!" she yelled. I backed away, and began to run. I didn't run to my next class, though. I ran to the school shrink. I was gonna do something I wish I didn't have to do. I wanted to help Andie, and I knew she probably wouldn't see that.
The Next Day
Andie's P.O.V.
When I was in 5th period science, I got a slip from the school shrink. Great, now I get to "talk about my feelings" with some creepy lady widow who smells like an old sock, my favorite. I bet Briana told. That bitch! I knew I shouldn't have said that back there. You know what? I'm just not gonna go. I'd just sit right through 6th period, and not even think about it.
The only problem was, the creepy lady found me the next period. I was forced down there, but I promised myself I wouldn't talk. If I did, I knew my mom would find out I told somebody about myself, and she'll think I'm being selfish. I'd have about ten more bruises and cuts than I usually would, and I wasn't going to let that happen.
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