A/N: I am so sorry, I haven't updated in awhile, I've been having an awful writers block but I figured I'd try at writing again.
Finally the bell rang, I couldn't be happier to get out of this school. On my way to my locker I stopped in the restroom to freshen up a bit. I looked in the mirror and started to reapply some eyeliner, when I heard someone sobbing in the last stall.
"Hello?" I called out. The sobbing got louder and louder, it then turned into a laugh.
It's piercing sound ripped through the air. The lights started blinking out of control.
The mirrors shattered, I sat on the floor and covered my face. Glass fell all around me.
I heard the voice again " I missed you darling"
The sobbing started again. I crawled under the sink. "GO AWAY!" I shouted. "Just go away!"
I heard footsteps slowly approaching me. I wrapped my arms around my legs and started rocking back and forth. I starting whispering, "please leave me alone, please, please just go away."
"Are you ok?"
I looked up, I saw a guy with curly black hair looking at me worried.
"Excuse me, are you alright?" he repeated.
I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. I bowed my head and just started sobbing. He took me in an embrace then.
"Shhh" he said. "It'll be ok, I'm here, your not alone."
Instead of pushing away angrily, I let him hug me. I started to relax a little. I stopped crying and I let go of him. He didn't say anything for a while. He just looked at me. After a minute or two I got out from under the sink and stood up.
" Thank you." I quietly mumbled.
"No problem? He said as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Um I don't mean to pry but what exactly happened?"
I looked around the lights were on, there was no one in the stall, and the mirrors were still in tact.
"I don't know" I said and I started to walk out of the restroom.
"Before you go I just wanted to say that," he grabbed my arm " you don't have to cut yourself I'll be here for you, I'm Craig by the way."
"Um, I'm Jenny, but I didn't cut, why did you think that?"
He motioned at my arms. I looked and saw fresh wounds from where the glass pieces had fallen on me from. I looked at the mirrors, they were in perfect condition. But those cuts hadn't come from my imagination. I just shook my head and walked away leaving him behind. He left shortly after I did. He never saw who came out of that last stall though. Neither of us saw whoever it was slowly slink away long after we had departed…….