NEXT MORNING- 6:04 am
Noel sat up, slid on her purple hightops.
She grabbed a sharp knife from the mess hall
She went in her tent, and max is softly snoring.
She sat on her cot.
Should i do this?
Yes, do it
It might hurt me..
But it will sooth your stresses..
But..
JUST DO IT..
Sigh..fine..
Noel put the knife to her wrist and slit.
Slit slit slit slit slit
"Noel, what the fuck are you doing?!"
Noel looked up startled.
She saw max sat up and looking at her
Noel put the knife behind her back, but it was too late.
Max got out his cot and grabbed the knife.
He grabbed her hand and flipped it over.
Blood slid down her arm.
She didn't say anything.
He didn't say anything.
"Why did you do this?" he asked softly.
Noel felt the tears run down her face.
"You wouldn't understand." she says, looking away.
"I can't understand if you don't tell me why you did this!" he said.
