I ran out of the bathroom, humilatin burning on my face and tears rolling down it, making it so blurry I could hardly see.
"Miranda where you goin in such a hurry?" my friend David asked, approaching me.
"I…I don't know," I answered.
He then saw my face and my arm.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"No, no. I'm not. At all. Can we talk somewhere?"
"Yeah sure."
David led me down the hall, past classrooms with closed doors, his arm around me .
"This one open?" he muttered, trying the handle of a closed door.
He found that it was unlocked and opened, and led me inside the empty classroom, closing and l ocking the door behind me.
"Now what the hell happened to you?" he asked, going over to the teacher's desk and coming back with a box of tissues, which he sat on the desk next to me.
He sat next to the tissues.
"Well um I was in the bathroom when Anastasia and Belle barged in, knocking me to the ground."
"Didn't they know someone was in there?" he asked.
"Yeah, they did but they lied and told me they didn't."
"Oh."
"Then they grabbed me, pulled me up and Anastasia led me to the sink with Belle against the door. They told me they wouldn't leave until I cut my wrist. Which I did and then they left."
"Wow."
"Yeah I know."
"So that was incredibly humiliating."
"I would assume so."
"Yeah."
"Girls can be pretty vicious sometimes. Not you or Kate or Lizzie or Ashley or Claire…."
I smiled through my tears; "I know what you mean."
David also smiled.
"It's good to see you smile," he told me.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome Miranda."
"But other girls," he said.
"Like them."
"Yes, like them."
"Thanks David."
"Uh huh."
"Any idea why they might have done that?" he asked.
"No," I answered.
"Oh."
"But now they know I cut. And they also. know Kate and Lizzie cut."
I was annoyed.
"Oh."