A/N: I'm sorry this is a little weird. It feels weird to write about this. I'm very familiar with self-harm.
AU- Colby is 16, and his Dad isn't dead, and he has a little sister.
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't even own a poster, okay?
I hated high school.
I stared down at my lunch, feeling my face go red. I just wanted to eat my sandwich alone, in peace, but the boys wouldn't let me. Wayne tried to get in my face, but I backed away. If he got nasty, I could fight him. My big brothers, all four of them, taught me how to fight.
"Hey, Granger! I hear your Dad got fired. Is he stupid or something."
"That's why he got fired, right? Your whole family's idiots."
I wanted to cry but I didn't. Dana told me never to cry at school. He also said that girls were tricky and smart. So I thought, and I remembered that time in the Bible where Jesus tricked the priests into looking like a buncha fools. I looked Wayne right in the eye, and whispered, "My Dad made a mistake, that's why they let him go."
Wayne just smirked. I kept going. "Have you ever made a mistake?"
They were stunned just long enough for me to grab my food and hurry off.
In the hallway, Colby caught up to me.
"Hey, Bailey! You were really smart back there."
I hung my head. "You saw? I shoulda slugged him back there."
"Naw, that's my job. I'm sorry I didn't come help. I thought you should handle it yourself."
I sniffled, and Colby quickly wiped my cheek with his sleeve.
"Come on. Let's go home early. Them boys are rotten bastards, picking on a little girl."
As soon as we got home, I ran for my room. In my jewelry box, under the velvet lining, was my most favorite thing. I'd stole it from Dad six months ago. I yanked up my sleeve and dragged the blade across my arm.
One, for being stupid.
Two, for being a wimp.
Three, for being a crybaby.
I looked up and saw Colby. He was standing with his hands on the door frame, watching me. I turned and stared at the floor. He came in and sat next to me on the bed.
"You wanna tell me about this?"
I didn't respond.
"You know this ain't good for you."
I refused to move.
"Bailey, you're scaring me. Please talk to me."
A single tear ran down my cheek, but I didn't make a sound. I would never make a noise again.
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