Aubrey stiffened against her spot on the tree as he prompted the question.
“I heard a voice,” she started slowly, her eyes on the ground. “It.. its like it was.. targeting me..” she murmured, unsure on how to phrase it.
And then, without warning, she launched into the story. Maybe it was the fact that she’d been bottling it up for so long.
“A-Andrew was a classmate of mine two years ago, when I went to public school. We never spoke, but I knew he was going through a hard time. A really hard time. He wanted to die. One day, he.. he excused himself to the bathroom, and-” she winced, trying to speak past the lump in her throat. “He.. he killed himself. And I.. I read his.. his thoughts... his final thoughts, his regrets, his accomplishments, right before he.. right before he killed himself... I felt everything he did. The pain. I..-I felt the knife.”
The weight on her shoulders lightened, just a bit.
“I-I didn’t know how to live with myself, knowing I could’ve gotten up... said something.. t-tried to talk to him.. I felt like it was my fault..”
Her lip was trembling. The wind had picked up, making her shiver; the fact that it was already cold outside didn’t help, especially considering she was always cold.
Reluctantly, she got up, walking around the tree, sitting herself down beside Parker, although she still hadn’t seen her other friends yet.
**im just gonna stop you right here— self-harm warning. Stop reading here if you can’t handle/don’t like that sort of thing**
“I didn’t know what to do with all the guilt, because I knew I could’ve stopped it. So- so I- I.. It’s really dumb, but- I.. I-“
She slowly rolled her sleeve up, revealing scars on her forearms. Many scars at that, although none looked fresh. The scars she’d inflicted on herself, the scars she’d regretted, the scars she’d been trying so desperately to hide.
**warning over, you can read again :>*
Silent tears fell from blue eyes, and she didn’t bother wiping them away. All she could managed was a quiet, strained “I’m sorry”.