Deep Dark Secret
Chapter 5 - Finally Talking
Haruka picked up the pass her teacher laid on the desk. She glanced at it briefly, her eyes instintly picking up the signature of the teacher calling for her, she now knew exactly where Michiru was, and why she wasn't in class. She had been sitting in the guidance office...probably telling him everything about Haruka's cutting. Waiting for her to be called down just so she would have to tell someone, to show someone. But she wasn't ready yet. Nobody would ever understand the full anguish and torment she was going through. she hated the fact that she cut, but she didn't show it. She knew that she wanted to stop and that she needed help, but the thing was, she wasn't ready to get it yet.
Upon entering the guidance office, she was attacked by Michiru's loving arms. It was obvious that this girl had been crying the past few minutes. Her eyes were red, as were her cheeks.
"Are you Haruka Tenou?" This voice belonged to a tall, older man. He had a few grey streaks in his hair, indicating his age.
Haruka simply nodded before following him into his office. He closed the door and sat down in his chair on the other side of the desk. He offered Michiru another tissue before continueing.
"Is there something that you'd like to tell me, Haruka?" he started out slowly, his voise was a little shakey. Michiru had already warned him about her firey temper and that she may not want to talk, or that she may try to deny everything.
She hesitates, she doesn't want to tell anyone. She had prepared for this day though, she knew that one day, Michiru or someone else would see her as she moved the wrong way, or as she was actually making a cut. She hadn't planned on how she'd lie, but she had to make up something, and fast, who knows how much Michiru had already told him.
"It's ok Haruka." Michiru places a hand on hers, gently, afraid that she would be pissed and pull away, but much to her surprise she didn't. she had actually gripped it tighter, showing her that she was ready to talk, not necessarily tell everything, but tell enough.
"Michiru's worried about you Haruka. why exactly would she be worried about you, about your safety?" He started leading her in the direction that he wanted her to go in. He figured that it would be safer for her to tell him, rather then for him to tell her what Michiru had said.
Slowly, she pulled her left hand away from Michiru's and rolled up her sleeve, about half way, revealing a few of her older scars to him, he simply shook his head at her. She felt tears sting the back of her eyes, she didn't want to cry, not in front of the counselor, especially not in front of Michiru. She tried to fight them, but it got to hard, she finally lost the battle and let them fall.
Michiru pulled her taller friend into her arms and hugged her tightly.
"Now Haruka, you know that it's my job to report any form of suicide attempts to the board of education, and then call your parents."
"NO!" she stepped in, cutting him off abruptly after 'parents.' "You can't tell my father. Tell anyone but him. You surely wouldn't have to worry about me killing myself, he'd do it for me. He's always hated me, ever since I was younger, that's why I am now."
"Since you don't want me to contact your father, there is one way to get away from my telling him." he fumbled through some papers, finding a form for her to fill out. He pulled the paper out of his file and set it down in front of Haruka and offered her a pen for her to sign it. "The only way for you to get out of me telling your parents is for you to...
Chapter 5 - Finally Talking
Haruka picked up the pass her teacher laid on the desk. She glanced at it briefly, her eyes instintly picking up the signature of the teacher calling for her, she now knew exactly where Michiru was, and why she wasn't in class. She had been sitting in the guidance office...probably telling him everything about Haruka's cutting. Waiting for her to be called down just so she would have to tell someone, to show someone. But she wasn't ready yet. Nobody would ever understand the full anguish and torment she was going through. she hated the fact that she cut, but she didn't show it. She knew that she wanted to stop and that she needed help, but the thing was, she wasn't ready to get it yet.
Upon entering the guidance office, she was attacked by Michiru's loving arms. It was obvious that this girl had been crying the past few minutes. Her eyes were red, as were her cheeks.
"Are you Haruka Tenou?" This voice belonged to a tall, older man. He had a few grey streaks in his hair, indicating his age.
Haruka simply nodded before following him into his office. He closed the door and sat down in his chair on the other side of the desk. He offered Michiru another tissue before continueing.
"Is there something that you'd like to tell me, Haruka?" he started out slowly, his voise was a little shakey. Michiru had already warned him about her firey temper and that she may not want to talk, or that she may try to deny everything.
She hesitates, she doesn't want to tell anyone. She had prepared for this day though, she knew that one day, Michiru or someone else would see her as she moved the wrong way, or as she was actually making a cut. She hadn't planned on how she'd lie, but she had to make up something, and fast, who knows how much Michiru had already told him.
"It's ok Haruka." Michiru places a hand on hers, gently, afraid that she would be pissed and pull away, but much to her surprise she didn't. she had actually gripped it tighter, showing her that she was ready to talk, not necessarily tell everything, but tell enough.
"Michiru's worried about you Haruka. why exactly would she be worried about you, about your safety?" He started leading her in the direction that he wanted her to go in. He figured that it would be safer for her to tell him, rather then for him to tell her what Michiru had said.
Slowly, she pulled her left hand away from Michiru's and rolled up her sleeve, about half way, revealing a few of her older scars to him, he simply shook his head at her. She felt tears sting the back of her eyes, she didn't want to cry, not in front of the counselor, especially not in front of Michiru. She tried to fight them, but it got to hard, she finally lost the battle and let them fall.
Michiru pulled her taller friend into her arms and hugged her tightly.
"Now Haruka, you know that it's my job to report any form of suicide attempts to the board of education, and then call your parents."
"NO!" she stepped in, cutting him off abruptly after 'parents.' "You can't tell my father. Tell anyone but him. You surely wouldn't have to worry about me killing myself, he'd do it for me. He's always hated me, ever since I was younger, that's why I am now."
"Since you don't want me to contact your father, there is one way to get away from my telling him." he fumbled through some papers, finding a form for her to fill out. He pulled the paper out of his file and set it down in front of Haruka and offered her a pen for her to sign it. "The only way for you to get out of me telling your parents is for you to...