She was just another pupil until that day. Until that dreary Monday afternoon when I noticed. I was kneeling on the floor going over her work when I saw them. The red criss-cross marks lining her wrists. I stopped in mid sentence just staring at her, she frowned then suddenly realised what I was looking at. Her checks turned a deep crimson red as she quickly adjusted her sleeves. I stood up trying to fight the tears back, squeezed her shoulder and asked her to wait outside.
It was another boring school day, the lessons lasted for what seemed like forever. I was sat in my English class when it happened. My teacher was lovely. She was kneeling next to me going over some work when she just stopped talking. She was just staring, looking down I realised. She knew. The cuts lining my wrists were visable. I pulled my sleeve down as far as a could. My heart sank and my checks burned. I could see the tears forming in her eyes. She got up and asked me to wait outisde.
How could she do that to herself? What was so bad that she had to harm herself? Breathe I said to myself as walked outside to where she was stood and brougt her into the empty classroom next door.
"Sit down, it's okay" I spoke. Thats when I saw the first tear fall from her eyes. I pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. I reached out and put my arm around her shoulder. Immediatly she reacted and began sobbing into my shoulder.
I stood outside trying not to cry. How did I let this happen? She walked out and took my into the empty classroom across the hall.
"Sit down, it's okay" she said. Staring at the floor, I couldnt help the tear the fell from my eye. She grabbed a chair a pulled it up beside me. She put her arm around me and I couldnt take it anymore. I hugged her tightly and sobbed into her shoulder.