18 June 2012
I froze.
She looked at me with her big, blue eyes. I couldn't look back. I couldn't look at anyone. I got dizzy.
"Uh," I said softly.
I waited for a lie to spring from my throat. Anything.
She waited, too.
"Uh," I whispered, my cheeks getting hot.
The other girl we were with waited eagerly, too, excited for some juicy drama.
"Emily..." Mary said slowly. "Tell me."
"I don't want to," I confessed, not meeting her gaze.
"Hey," she snapped.
I knew she wanted me to look at her.
I knew she wanted me to tell her.
"Did someone do this to you?" she demanded.
"No," I shook my head, forcing myself to look at her.
"Then...you did it yourself?"
My mind became blank.
I couldn't think.
My head pounded.
"Emily."
"Yeah. I...it was...me."
"You cut yourself?" she whispered, her eyes flaming.
"N-no," I replied weakly.
Mary grabbed my wrist and gestured to the cuts.
"Yeah," she said flatly. "You didn't cut yourself. You just cut yourself. Right?"
I closed my eyes, wishing this would all go away.
"Why?" her voice cut through my head. "Why would you do this to yourself?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh, we're talking about it. We're talking about it right now."
"Please," I begged.
She didn't listen.
The Broken Promise (P6) • Opuss № I