"Hey faggot got yourself a new girlfriend." Someone called from down the hall. "Come on just ignore them." Frank said grabbing my arm and pulling me down the hall. I was suddenly pulled back away from frank by a large hand on my shoulder. "Hey short stuff at least this girl has a nice ass." The boy who was obviously a jock said slapping my but. "Rick get the fuck off her! She's new and she probably the only girl who isn't fake at this school!" Frank yelled at Rick. Rick backed away and put his hands up as if he's surrendering. He was smirking and then looked at me "see you later" and walked off.

"Hey I'm really sorry about that he hates me so anyone who comes near me he-" frank stopped he was staring at something. I followed his gaze and noticed he was looking at my arm. The way he pulling me down the hall must've made my hoodies sleeve roll up. Before frank could say anything I pulled my sleeve down and ran into what I'm guessing was the gym and sprinted underneath the bleachers. "Hey! McKenna where'd you go! McKenna come on please talk to me!" I was crying underneath the bleachers hoping frank wouldn't hear me. I was hoping to unnoticed this year. I didn't want people to notice me because then they'd wanna talk and then we'd become friend and then if have to be around them and then they'd find out about my secret and stop talking to me. Every single person I've ever tried to be friends with has completely shut me out because they think that I'm some suicidal freak. Yes I cut myself. You would to if you've been through what I have. "McKenna.." I looked up and saw frank standing in front of me he probably heard me crying.

"Please just go." "Why would I do that? I'm not leaving you alone. I just wanna talk... Those scars are they from you?.." "What do you care." It came out more rude than I intended but oh fucking well. He hugged me without warning and then stood up and pulled up his shirt. All along his waist were scars and cuts. "I have problems too."