A/N Sorry that it's taken so long to update…but I've been really busy. Had heaps of homework, I guess year 12 does that to a person. Anyway, really sorry if I've kept anybody waiting:P I promise I'll try and update as soon as I can!
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Abby was unbelievably bored out of her mind during 4th period. As she continued to stare out the window like she had been doing all lesson, her eyes began to get heavy. Her eyelids began to flutter in front of her, and before she knew she had actually drifted off. She couldn't have been asleep for very long, before Susan poked her hard in the ribs with her elbow.
"Ow…geez" Abby said loudly, rubbing her side.
The teacher glanced at the girls, but continued reading out of the textbook.
"What the hell was that for?" Abby hissed at Susan.
"You were asleep"
"Didn't mean you had to poke me so hard." Abby grumbled. Susan stuck her tongue out at her, and Abby returned the gesture.
Abby leaned her head on her arm, and went back to sleeping. Susan was just about to poke her even harder this time, before she stopped mid-action. She squinted a little, praying silently that what she thought she had just seen wasn't actually there.
"Oh God" Susan muttered to herself, unable to take her eyes away from the deep, red cuts on Abby's wrist.
Abby suddenly woke with a start, almost sensing Susan's eyes on her. Seeing the look of shock on Susan's face, Abby quickly pulled her sleeve down. Susan went to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. Abby turned away sharply; panic once again filling her insides.
She felt a piece of paper being slid towards her, and she took it unwillingly.
How did you get those? Was scribbled at the very top of the page.
Abby paused, before writing back and deciding to play the fool.
Get what?
Susan looked at her best friend, and shook her head. Her eyes were full of worry and concern.
The cuts on your wrist?
Abby sighed, biting her lip as she wrote what was a pure lie.
One of the cats from down the road scratched me when I went to pick the bloody thing up.
Susan gave Abby a pointed look, unable to get her head around the fact that her best friend was blatantly lying to her.
Don't bullshit me Abby. I'm not an idiot; I know that those are not cat scratches. I don't believe you.
Fine don't believe me, I don't give a shit what you think anyway.
Abby slid the paper back to Susan. She read it, then scrunched it up and put it in her pencil case. She shook her head again and sighed.
The bell rang, and Abby had never been happier to get out of the now awkward silence between her and Susan.
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Abby ran straight to the girls toilets at lunchtime, not wanting to deal with Susan. She knew Susan, and she knew that now she had seen them…she'd never hear the end of it. She was going to keep hounding Abby until she got the answers she wanted. Abby sat down on the toilet, wanting to cry but unable to. Instead, she took her scissors out of her bag, and opened them up. She began to slice her wrist, until there were droplets of blood on the fine, vein-like scratches.
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"Hey Carter" Susan said, sitting down opposite him at lunchtime.
"Hey. Where's Abby? I thought she'd be with you."
"Uh no. I thought she'd be with you actually."
"Oh…?" Carter said a little confused.
"Actually I need to talk to you. You have to promise me thought that you wont say anything."
"I promise."
"No really, really promise. This is huge, and I know I shouldn't be telling you but I have to." Susan said hurriedly.
"You know I won't say anything! What's wrong Susan?" he asked softly, his brow furrowing as he watched Susan stressed out actions.
"I…uh…I saw something on Abby's wrist today in class." She finally stuttered out.
"The burn?"
"I don't know. Maybe that's what she told you."
"I never actually saw it. She had a band aids covering it when I saw her."
"Yeah well she isn't wearing band aids today" Susan said sighing…almost wishing she had been.
"What do you mean?" he asked quietly.
"Her wrist is…" she paused, gulping back the enormous lump in her throat that had suddenly appeared.
"…Her wrist is covered in cuts. She's been doing them herself…I can tell."
It was now Carter's turn to gulp back the new found lump in his throat.
"Are you sure?" he asked, running his hand through his hair.
Susan nodded slowly, silently hoping that she was wrong, and had made some terrible mistake, and from the look on Carters face, she knew that he was hoping for the exact same thing.
