Chapter 1 "Bitch." the biting tone brought me back to reality; the words stung and my face flushed but I guess I deserve ever bit of abuse that comes my way. These were the first words I heard as I sat in my car outside school, daydreaming. Daydreaming about when #life was simple, easy but that's all gone now in the flicker of an eye; disappeared at my doing. I looked down at the bumpy White scars covering my wrists; I absently ran my fingers across them as I got out of my car, until I noticed something. I could feel someone watching me, their stare boring into me. It made me feel vulnerable, like a diary that had been found underneath a pile of dust and torn open, open to anyone. I quickly turned round and saw a boy staring at me, watching my every move. I instantly pulled my sleeve back over the scars and walked away. Who was that boy? I've never seen him before and yet I feel like I've known him for years, like he knew my story and it made me feel weak at the knees. What if he did know my story, I couldn't take it if yet another person knew what had happened what I had done... As I was walking away I turned back to see the boy still staring; his dark eyes curious, probing. Feeling uneasy I turned back once again and almost ran to my first lesson. He must be about sixteen, my age and yet I've never seen him before. Ever. How strange? How could I go three years almost four of going to the same school and not notice someone who is quite possibly in my own year. As many thoughts ran through my mind I hadn't realised the time, it was already ten past nine; so I'd missed morning registration and part of my first lesson. Oh god I'm going to be in so much trouble!