Deep Dark Secret
Chapter 15 - Suicide?
She slumped down against the bathroom door in one of the stalls, crying and holding her stomach. It was happening to her again. She was getting picked on, and it was only her first day in this new private school.
This time Michiru has been drug into it. If her teacher hadn't of been an ass-hole, if he had left out the name she would be fine. She didn't want the same thing to happen to Michiru as what happened before.
"Haruka!?" came a voice at the main door.
She stayed quiet, maybe that person would leave her alone if she didn't say anything.
"Baby, I know you're in here. I was you run in here. Don't get upset. I don't know why they were laughing, but they stopped and felt bad after you ran out." It was Michiru, she was standing right outside the stall.
Haruka was put down, by the laughing of the class. She couldn't take harrassment. That's what pushed her over the edge last time, and that's what's doing it again.
She always carried around a spare blade. It was small, and could easily be hidden anywhere she wanted to put it. She picked at the seems in her jacket and pulled out a little half inch razor blade.
It had been a long time since she had used it. And she was ready to use it again. She rolled up her left sleeve and put the collar of her jacket in her mouth, to keep from yelling in pain.
Slowly she lowered the blade to her skin, she applied minimal pressure and drug the blade across her skin. It produced a thin red line.
"Not hard enough." she thought.
She drug the blade across her wrist again, tracing over the same cut, applying full pressure. The pain shot through her body. Tears stung her eyes, but she didn't care, she kept cutting, deeper and deeper, drawing more and more blood.
Michiru screamed as she heard the thud of Haruka's head against the door as she passed out. She then saw the blood running like a river from her open wounds...
Chapter 15 - Suicide?
She slumped down against the bathroom door in one of the stalls, crying and holding her stomach. It was happening to her again. She was getting picked on, and it was only her first day in this new private school.
This time Michiru has been drug into it. If her teacher hadn't of been an ass-hole, if he had left out the name she would be fine. She didn't want the same thing to happen to Michiru as what happened before.
"Haruka!?" came a voice at the main door.
She stayed quiet, maybe that person would leave her alone if she didn't say anything.
"Baby, I know you're in here. I was you run in here. Don't get upset. I don't know why they were laughing, but they stopped and felt bad after you ran out." It was Michiru, she was standing right outside the stall.
Haruka was put down, by the laughing of the class. She couldn't take harrassment. That's what pushed her over the edge last time, and that's what's doing it again.
She always carried around a spare blade. It was small, and could easily be hidden anywhere she wanted to put it. She picked at the seems in her jacket and pulled out a little half inch razor blade.
It had been a long time since she had used it. And she was ready to use it again. She rolled up her left sleeve and put the collar of her jacket in her mouth, to keep from yelling in pain.
Slowly she lowered the blade to her skin, she applied minimal pressure and drug the blade across her skin. It produced a thin red line.
"Not hard enough." she thought.
She drug the blade across her wrist again, tracing over the same cut, applying full pressure. The pain shot through her body. Tears stung her eyes, but she didn't care, she kept cutting, deeper and deeper, drawing more and more blood.
Michiru screamed as she heard the thud of Haruka's head against the door as she passed out. She then saw the blood running like a river from her open wounds...