Trigger Warning(s): Mentions of suicide, drug use and cutting.
Written in John's POV.
Greately influenced by this: post/52430332277/just-something-i-wrote-the-other-day
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There's a girl that sits besides me in Chemistry class.
She never speaks. Just writes in her single binded notebook and waits for time to pass by.
I don't know her name, but I think she is beautiful.
There's a girl that sits alone in the cafeteria.
There's a tray of food in front of her, but never brings any of it to her mouth.
I want to sit with her, but I don't.
There's a girl who walks past me in the hallway. Her icy blue eyes glued to the floor; her ravenette hair covering her face.
I can hear people mocking her. Calling her 'freak' or 'slut' and pushing her into the lockers.
I want to help her, but I don't.
There's a girl who hides her arms under long sleeves and jumpers.
I don't think there's anyone who has seen her wear short sleeves - but no one cares.
I want to hold her, but I can't.
There is a girl who has beautiful blue eyes that are red and puffy from crying that sits next to me in Chemistry.
She never utters a word. Even when she can feel pencils, pens, paper and words thrown at her.
I want to tell them to stop, but I don't.
There was a girl who sat alone in the cafeteria.
Who was found by her parents after she overdosed on cocaine.
She wrote a letter to her parents, saying that she was sorry that she was never good enough.
She wrote a letter to her brother, saying that she just couldn't do this anymore.
And, she wrote a note to the boy who sat next to her in Chemistry class.
Telling him that she wished she had gotten to know him..
and that he was beautiful.