Damn, you’re so weak; you broke your arms and legs.
And where were you all week?
We missed torturing you.
And I see you’ve lost some weight.
I slammed you against the locker.
You let out a whimper and I heard a sob.
Did you cry?
I then noticed the bandage on your other arm.
Wait, you’re really using the blades?
I tried to take off your hoodie.
But you ran away. I followed you till you were in the bathroom.
I heard loud sobs.
Were you crying?
I know I said that I’d love to see you cry.
But somehow it felt wrong.
The slam was only playful.
Why am I saying this?