Harry's Point of View

I sat outside of the school on a bench close to Alyssa's jeep--well, where it was supposed to be. I couldn't find her anywhere after lunch so instead I got lost and had to find a teacher to lead me back to the cafeteria. She wasn't in last period either. Now I'm guessing she left and forgot I attend this school as well. Or she left because of who I was sitting with at lunch.

"Waiting for Lys?" Luke asked.

"Uh, yeah. Where is she?"

"She probably ditched. You should get used to it though." Luke and some of his friends laughed. "We're walking to Bryan's, "he pointed at some ginger that looked very similar to my friend Ed from back home, "do you want to come over?"

It looked like they were off to smoke weed and I'm really not into that stuff. Drinking I can handle but weed is a different story.

"No, it's okay. I'll just call your mom. Thanks." I looked away and Luke walked off. Seriously Alyssa?

I reached in my book bag and pulled out the book I have to read for class: Frankenstein. That's an interesting choice. The first five chapters have to be read by Wednesday. I guess this block scheduling is nice; I have two days to get my work done.

Beeeeeeep beeeeeeep

My eyes strayed away from the creature on the cover and I saw Amber and Crystal.

"Need a ride hott stuff?" Ughh, Alyssa already is bullied by them but I really need a ride.

"Yeah, sure." I got into the convertible and buckled up.

"So, where do you live?" Damn, I don't know their address. I could still see Luke so I yelled to him, asking for their address.

"You live with Luke?" Crystal said.

"And Alyssa?" Amber responded with disgust.

"Mhmm."

"I'd stay away from her if I were you. I heard she has herpes. They both laughed but once again, their jokes didn't amuse me. I got out and thanked them before walking inside quickly. I need to find Alyssa.

Alyssa's Point of View

My music is on full blast and I sat on the bathroom sink. No one will be home anytime soon and Harry is stranded at school. Whoops, my bad. I can't believe he's hanging out with those guys.

I groaned and made a hissing sound, breathing in. It's not like I expected anything different but I didn't realize it would actually hurt a little bit. I hissed again and then I heard a voice as my music was switching to a new song. I looked up frantically and saw Harry in the doorway. I took my head phones off and jumped down.

"You shouldn't do that." He whispered. I tried to stay calm as his eyes swell.

"Leave me alone Harry."

"Is this my fault?" I ran my wrist under cold water and bit my tongue so I won't scream from this pain.

"The world doesn't revolve around you. No, it's not."

"But lunch...." his words were fragile.

"This isn't your fault. Please just leave me alone." He disobeyed and came into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. There was a towel on a rack that he grabbed and dabbed in some water before pulling my wrist away from me. He gently placed the cool cloth on my wrist and I held my breath, showing no pain. Or at least trying not to show pain.

"Why Alyssa?" He looked at me, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Because I can." No one has ever seen this before and it's more embarrassing than I thought it would be. It was one thing for Marilyn to find out but for someone to see it is worse. I pushed him away from me and opened the door to my room. Before I had a chance to slam it he stepped in and wouldn't leave. I grabbed my bracelets and a towel I had already prepared and went to my closet, sitting down behind my clothes with tears streaming down my face. This was the plan anyways; he just intervened.

When he didn't come in the closet it was easier for me to breathe. This is my alone time. This is what makes the pain stop. The worst part is that now I feel bad. He thinks he did it when really the problem is in my head. I don't know why I do these things. Even when nothing is wrong, I'll feel upset and this takes away my pain. I guess I could get a tattoo but I'd be tatted up so much I would never get a job.

After thirty minutes, the amount I always stay in the closet, I stood up and walked out to see Harry sitting on my bed reading Frankenstein.

"I was assigned this book to read for Wednesday but I thought maybe you could read The Princess Bride to be for a little while."

As I read to him nothing was brought up except the servant and Princess Buttercup. He sat across from me and I felt him looking at my face the whole time. My wrists are in the past to him; at least for right now.

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