"Jadyn?" Mrs. Bell questioned.
A tear slowly started rolling down my cheek.
I swallowed hard, "Yes?"
I was still staring in the mirror.
She walked over, took the blade from my hand and dabbed at my
cuts.
I stood still silently waiting for a lecture.
It never came.
After they quit bleeding, she pulled me into her arms.
That's when I really started crying.
Mrs. Bell was about 33.
She was single and had no children.
She was more of a clubbing kinda person, but she always treated
me like I was her daughter.
She was there when my mom left, and she found out my dad was
abusing me.
By now, she was sitting on the floor of the bathroom with my head
in her lap making soothing sounds to calm me down.
Eventually, I sat up but I couldn't look her in the eyes.
I was ashamed of myself.
I'd still probably do it when I got home, but for now I felt
bad.
She new I wasn't gonna be the first to say anything.
"Why'd you do it?" she asked, running her fingers
through my hair.
I sighed, "Wouldn't you, if you had my life?"
"Probably." she admitted.
I looked at her like she was crazy, "No you
wouldn't."
"I would have", she said, "in fact I have. When I
was about 17. I thought my life was so horrible. I pulled one
out, and ran it across my wrist a few times. Then I realized it
was so much worse than my life."
"Did you really?" I asked astonished.
"Not proud, but yeah. So, why'd you do it?" She
asked again.
I hesitated, "I can't tell you. I want to, but I
can't."
"Why not?" she asked.
"It could get someone I care about in trouble.."
"I promise I won't tell." she smiled
sheepishly.
"I have to talk to Mr. Parker before I say anything. You can
come.. I hope you will." I admitted.
