"Alexa!? Why is there blood in the sink?" Chrissy yells at me.
Shit! Didn't the blood wash away? I swear it did! I cover my wrist with my sleeve and wait for her to walk into my room.
She enters, concerned, "You didn't answer me. What's up?"
"Nothing!" I smile, "I don't know why the blood's there! My nose was bleeding earlier. I thought it washed away. I didn't want to freak you out!"
She frowns, "Really? Well, how is your nose?"
"Fine." I fiddle with my thumbs.
"Lex, what's that?" she notices the white bandage on my wrist.
"Mwo?" I check my sleeve, avoiding the bandage.
She grabs my wrist, "What happened?"
"N-nothing!" I pull away.
She slaps me. I wince and look at her. I didn't even cry out in pain or let the tears well up. I was used to it. She notices this and regrabs my wrist and pulls my sleeve down, revealing my bandage.
I look away, pulling my wrist away as hard as I can but with no luck. She notices the red spot on the bandage. Her eyes move down under my bandage by an inch, where a couple of scars lie.
"What the hell, Alexa?! Are you cutting?!" she looks at me.
"A-aniyo! I'm not!" I finally manage to pull away and hide my wrist.
"Alexa! Wae?" she frowns.
"I can't tell you-"
"Tell me or I tell Cheondoong!" she hisses.
I grimace, "I will tell you, but please don't tell anyone!"
She nods, "Arasso."
"I-"
Alexa
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