My silence

I am in the same age as the girl in this age. I have a person in my heart. I can almost wait for him with a youth, even if it hurts others…

My desk is a rebellious girl. I am still ordinary. I like him. He is the leader of a group. I can’t help but deal with the girls in the group. Although I am not feeling well, I still accept the fate. Who makes me not him. What about the group?

At the same table that day, I showed me the sputum on her hand, a faint scar. She said that she once fell in love with a person. Because of that person’s greeting, she could not extricate herself. In order to witness their love, they are in hand. They were engraved with each other’s names, but later he still lost her, which made her really sad. I looked at the road and my heart was choppy. “Catch me one!” The table looked at me with surprise. My face is full of determination, looking at the stubborn me at the same table, shaking my head, sighing, or agreeing…

The pointed blade was on my arm. I turned my head, didn’t look at it, and my body trembled fiercely. I felt it. When the blood flowed out, my face was white, and the intense pain almost made me Tears fell, I was on the table, just to prevent him from seeing my tears sitting next door, half an hour later, I finished, I know how bad my face is, one afternoon, I finally got out of school…

After returning home, I habitually took off my coat and exposed the knife on my arm. My mother saw it and quickly came over and asked me: “Children, what happened? Is anyone bullying you? Mom will help you out!” I am fine, my own plan. “Mom stared at me, tears burst out. “Child, how are you so stupid, you will be so sad,” I didn’t talk, quietly watching her, in the slightest Did not feel that I was wrong.

Dad is back, my mother hastened to help me put on my coat. “Don’t let your father see it, or your father will hit you. This is the name of the person that baby likes, right? Hey, don’t be stupid in the future, mother will help you. Secret” I looked at her weather-beaten face, and I didn’t know what to say.

Dad came in and saw that my mother was wearing a coat for me. “How old is it, let her wear it!” Dad wears a stern voice. I smiled at my mother and gestured to her, and she resisted the pain and slowly wore her coat. The wound broke again and the blood dripped out. Dad looked at the blood in my hand, frowning, and pulled my coat off and looked at the wound in my hand. I raised my hand and hit me. Who knows my mother ran Come over, for me to block “The child is in a rebellious period, what use is it for you to fight her?!” I am fine, I dropped my jacket, turned and ran out the door, and wore the voice of my mother behind me, “Child, come back!” I did not Turn back

I walked aimlessly on the street, the wind was cold at night, I held myself, I hope I could warm up, raised my hand, noticed that there were still bloody wounds and bright red blood, I realized things. The seriousness, quickly ran home, but no one at home, I sat on the sofa, finally they came back, my mother cried, my father still looked at me coldly, I stepped forward and bowed my head “I’m sorry” Hey, boy, why are you so stupid?” “Okay, don’t cry, isn’t the child okay?”

Looking at them, I fell into endless self-blame. I hurt other important people for the people I like. “Children, my parents will not force you anymore. I will not give you so much pressure. Doing something stupid”

I didn’t speak, didn’t refute, just silenced…