The bathroom floor was hard and cold as she sat on the floor with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her sobs were the only sound echoing all around her. She stood up, wiped away the last tears that escaped from her eyes. With the last forces she had she turned on the tap and cold water poured out. She held her hands under the tap and let them be filled with the cold water while the blood from her hands was washed away. She brought her hands to her face and splashed the now icy water on her face. She looked up slowly, looking in the mirror and became afraid of her own reflection, she did not recognize herself. Her eyelids were fluffy and eyes bloodshot from crying the whole night until now, two in the afternoon. She did not like what she saw. Formerly she had been the lucky girl who seemed to have no problems, the girl who was caring and always there for her friends, the girl who had the perfect life. She frowned.
"Perfect life, yeah sure" was heard in the room, but if you know her and heard her voice, you would never have guessed that it was her, her voice was fragile, sad, devastated.
She rooted around in the bathroom cabinets for a bandage to stop the blood with. She regretted it afterwards, she didn't want kill herself, just see the pain, not feel it within and not know where it was. A cut in each wrist showed her pain and dropped the thought of the pain inside, she saw it and knew where it was, where it would always appear. The scars on her wrists, forever visible, too always remind her of what she went through.
She sat with her back against the lockers in the school corridor. Her knees were drawn up towards her chest and her chin rested on them, while her arms hugged her legs hard, as if she was trying to hold herself together, keeping the pieces together to keep herself from falling into a thousand pieces. All classes were finished for the day and there were not a single soul in sight, at least that what she thought. When she let the tears fall, and a crying attack was coming over her, she heard a door open. She quickly wiped her tears and looked up a moment before she lowered her head again, she did not want to appear weak to anyone, certainly not for him, Ezra Fitz, or any other teacher. He was one of her teachers, the really hot one and to make it better, only about five or six years older than her. With his curly hair, blue eyes and tanned skin after the summer break he looked better than ever. She looked up when she saw a shadow over her. Their eyes met and it was not long before she had to look away so she wouldn't blush, he was even more attractive up close and those eyes, she could stare into them forever. After a few minutes of silences the first words that were shared between them came.
"Are you okay" he asked.
She nodded, but did not dare to look up, he did not have think she was a bigger idiot than she already was sitting in school crying.
"I don't believe you" he said.
When he realized he would not get a better response. He sat down beside her. "Now, tell me what you are doing here ..." he picked up his cell phone and checked the clock "at half past six" She frowned- She may be small and fragile, but she was not going to sit here and tell all her problems to her English teacher that she barely knew, never going to happen
"Why would I do that," she said in a dismissive tone.
"I'm your teacher and I'm here to help you" he said and gave her a boyish smile.
"Even if you were the last person on earth, I would never talk to you about it," she said, getting up and walked away.
"Wait," he shouted after her.
She stopped and turned slowly. "What" she asked.
"I do care about you, Aria, and if there's anything I can do to help you I will help you," he said, smiling.
"I don't doubt that you care, it's just I don't want to talk about it" she said, giving him a small smile.
"Alright, but if you want to talk you know where to find me" he said
She smiled, "Thank you" she said.
She turned around and walked outside, she did not know where. She didn't want to go home, she didn't have a home, not a home that felt home anyway.