//Chapter six: Have you ever took a blade in your wrist?

::Have you been skipping meals?::

Lynn staring up into a space again. Her mind was running with random things.

It was lunch break, so no costumer. But Lynn didn't eat either.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Jess asked giving Lynn a pat on her back.

Lynn didn't said anything. She just looked neutral. But deep inside of her, she was empty.

The last time Lynn saw Violet was the time of her day-off. She was enjoying all by herself, giving time heading straight into the park. When she just saw Violet smoching with a redheaded guy.

She had a boyfriend? Lynn asked herself over and over through her mind.

She almost can't believe it. She thought the girl that she likes in a long time is single. But now she knows that she wasn't.

"I'm so stupid Jess." Lynn mumbled.

Jess quickly wrapped her arms around her best friend, giving her comfort. But it wasn't enough.

"Tell me sweetheart, what happened?" Jess asked.

"Remember the girl that came here last week?" Lynn asked in a monotone.

"Yes. What is it?"

"I like her. And I didn't know that she's already taken. I expect too much. I know that she's not my girlfriend, but I just fucking like her." Lynn said and it's almost been a whisper.

"Sweetheart, it's okay to expect something. But you have to get ready on any circumstances. Good or bad. But what you felt right now, is not like, it's love." Jess explained.

"Thanks Jess." Lynn said wiping a tear that left on her right eye.

"Now, calm down. And let's play this song." Jess said as he placed the CD in the player.

The music The Great Escape by: Boys Like Girls, starting to blast from the speaker.

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"GO GET IT!"

"JUST GET THE FUCKING RAZOR!"

"IT'S BETTER TO GO KILL YOURSELF."

Lynn burst out on crying from her suicidal thoughts. She needs someone to talk to.

She can't call Jess due to his date with Jonas. And she can't also reach her mom through calling, because of being busy.

Lynn can't just draw a face on the soccer ball, just someone to talk to. She needs a therapist now, before it gets worse.

"IT'S GET BETTER. JUST GO GET THE FUCKING RAZOR!"

Lynn can't contain the voices screaming at her. She burst out from crying and directly heading to the bathroom. She quickly grabbed the razor, still doubting if she's going to cut herself.

"SLIT YOUR WRIST ALREADY! SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU ANYWAYS! 'CAUSE YOU'RE UNATTRACTIVE!"

Lynn looked herself at the mirror and cried. She shouted at the top of her lungs, getting the feeling of hatred about every inch of herself. She slowly run the razor on her wrist.

Blood quickly runs down at her palm, dripping down on the floor.

She felt numb.

The look once again in the mirror having the feeling of numbness and hatred about herself. Then, she quickly slit her neck, and dropping herself on the floor. And everything she sees went black.

"Sweetheart?"