I felt Alex's eyes on my face, but I didn't look up. I was too ashamed to talk to him. I didn't want him to see the silent tears streaming down my face.
Sitting in silence, I looked down at my hands for a moment, before reaching down to dig in my bag and produce the tiny razor. I once again began slicing my finger open on the blade, over and over again. Every minute or so, a wound would heal and I would continue.
It didn't bring me any release.
Throwing the blade to the floor, I stood up and found a seat closer to the back, away from Alex and anyone else. All I wanted to do was sulk like the teenage girl I was suppose to be.