By January 15th Emma was back to full health. She had already started drinking and going out with Cameron regularly again.
But she was called to the councilors on that day. She slowly sat down. The whole in the chair expanded every time she went in there.
"I heard about your accident. I'm sorry…" Mrs. Birch said.
"Thanks."
"But I heard why it happened." She paused. "Emma may I see your hands."
I showed her my hands palm down. She flipped them over, and the tears started flooding down my face. I saw the scars on my wrists and couldn't stop.
We didn't say anything. I went home from school and sat on my couch. I was so confused. I didn't know what was happy anymore.
Suddenly at around noon, Cameron burst through the door. He sat next to me speechless. He gave me a kiss. I kissed him back. Suddenly I felt the rush I had been missing all day.
Cameron had to leave before my parents came home. When he did… I felt disgusted with myself. I felt completely dirty and gross.
What did I just do? Emma thought to herself. She took a shower and sat back on the couch. She cleaned it and stuffed her face in her hands. Tears flooded from her eyes. It felt like it was all she did nowadays.
Emma felt such dirt flowing through her. If her parents found out they would kill her.
Unless she got to it first…
Emma grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled, crying the whole time. She folded it up laying it on the table. She left the room and shut the door.
Eryn was the first to read the note… and she fell to the floor speechless but without tears.