I'm back,

If you don't like my style, comment, but don't flame or insult me. I take no responsibility if you want to kill me or make me see your way, I didn't force you to read my story, if it annoys you to the point at which you cannot be nice to me, then don't read it.

Jo

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He had seen the scars. New, old, faded. Ones that had required stitches, ones that had become infected. A part of his job was to recognise what different scars had looked like, but he had acquired this knowledge from years of experience.

He had seen the scars on Natalie's wrists before she had transferred, but he had no idea that they were on this much of her body. Or that they were this serious. She had been in the mental health clinic of Murdoch Hospital for the last three months. He had visited her, every night, for the past three months. She didn't know that he had visited. She didn't know that he blamed himself for everything she had done to herself. And she didn't know that he could see her scars because of the medical pyjamas that she had wore.

But he didn't know that the only words she had uttered since the attempt were 'I quit…'

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"How is she?" Steven liked Maria, the nurse who was on the night shift where Natalie stayed, she also liked Steven. Even though they knew nothing of each other, they were able to share one thing. Natalie, and the concern forming around her.

"Not too well Steven." Maria sighed, the very thought of Natalie made her sad, the poor child had been through so much, yet the people closest to her had no idea. "She has become even more withdrawn, hasn't spoken since she first arrived, and shows no sign of emotion. Not even in her eyes."

Steven just looked ahead knowingly. That was their silent gesture of saying 'till tomorrow night.'

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The halls were dark and lonely when Steven left. He did not know that she lay awake each night, waiting for his late visits, and she didn't have the will or motivation to tell him that she knew he was there. Or that she cared.

"Natalie…" Maria, I did not notice myself leave the ward. "Are you alright? Do you need anything honey?"

My silence penetrated through the darkness of the walls, and I could sense Maria knew what I was feeling. Her hand was on my back, rubbing in a render caring way, she knew just what to do.

"Steven was here again," she smiled as my muscles relaxed at his mention, "he wants you to be happy again, he misses the old Nat, the one he fell in love with."

My smile shattered. And my mind could no longer control my voice. "I was never happy." And with that, I went back to my room, to sit in my emotionally devoid form.

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TBC