So, whats new with you guys?"

Tucker rolled his eyes, trying to recall something important.

"Um...."Then he tripped, hitting his head on the pavement. "Ooooww!!! Man!"

Danny and Sam took his arms and helped him up. Sam asked if he was okay in a slightly panicky voice. To which, he answered; "WE HAVE A TEST IN SCIENCE TODAY, FIRST PERIOD!!"

The couple gasped and ran off, leaving Tucker to gather his books.

Third period bell rang, waking up the boys as they wandered to lunch. Their aimless gazes and pale skin led Marrin to believe they'd failed all three tests; Science, Social Studies, and Math; all at once. Waving to them, she clenched her teeth in false grin. For some reason, she felt sick.

The group walked to lunch.

Marrin sighed.

She rolled a lock of red hair behind her ear, walking to the bathroom. It had been a habit of hers in the morning; cutting herself with a small knife, watching the blood flow. Relief of her emotions, if only for a moment. Love, being Marrins latest dark obsession, was something she needed relief from. It was a beautiful, her happiest moments--But even the happiest of people need relief, to pause life and relax. To let everything pass before them and take a gulp of fresh air.

The cutting ritual lasted fifteen minutes for Marrin to enjoy it.

And then, the door flew open.

Marrin covered her sleeve and dropped the knife under the sink, holding her wound and hiding in a stall.

She heard footsteps. "Marrin?"

The voice was that of a females. Sam. She watched the boots wander across the bloody tile. The dripping blood that she was pressuring from the small cut on her arm had made a path to her hiding spot.

"Marrin?"

Sam opened the stall door to see Marrin wrapping up her arm.

And there she was; huddled in the bathroom stall, treating her wound, as the footsteps stopped and Sam gasped.

Yes. And there she was.

Marrin looked down at her oversized cutting wound. Crap, crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapCRAP! She put her hand behind her back. "Um..." She eyed the knife shoved under the toilet. She felt the blood staining her shirt.
"What are you doing?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "Is that a knife?"
"No!" Marrin used her foot to push it back and winced as a sting went through her wound. The fresh blood was making her feel relaxed, but the back of her shirt was now soaked in it.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, suspicious and worried. How did Marrin—

No, No WAY.

She brushed the conclusion she'd made from her mind and waited.

Suicide.

But she hadn't known how close to home that had hit.

"Fine, perfectly fine!" The blood began to touch her skin after seeping through her black shirt. Oh, damn! Marrin looked at Sam, who was eyeing her hidden arm. "I'm actually about to, uhm, use the facilities... So can you... Uhm..."

"Leave?" Sam arched her eyebrowe and put a hand on her hip. "Marrin I could swear you are hiding something..."

"No, never!" Sweat dripped down Marrin's forehead.

Unsure if she should leave, Sam backed away slowly. "Oookaaay..." She turned and tripped on a small trail of blood, but grabbed the sink as she walked out.

"Are you sure your okay?"

"Fine." The sound of the door closing relieved Marrin and she pulled her arm in front of her, looking at her wound. "Oh, shit." She realized it wasn't just any wound. This was deeper then Marrin had ever attempted to dig in her skin in her entire life. She pulled her knife out and flicked it shut, then put it in her pocket. She looked down at her raw flesh and thought back at Danny. "Now look what he made you do to yourself," Marrin whispered. She shook her head. "I should have wished for my ice haven..." A tear rolled down her cheek.

Marrin thought about what she would do. Suddenly, she was feeling dizzy and the room was spinning. Dare she go to the nurse?

She didn't want to die.

Not yet.

Or did she?

A voice slithered into her ears.

Her subconscious, scolding her for her misdeeds.

It was laughing.

Lights out…

Marrin rubbed her head and leaned onto the sink. She felt dizzy. The redhead girl passed out and fell over. The last thing she heard was a scream. Her scream for help as she went under.