I thought she was better.

I really did.

I went to school happy, wanting to see her

with good news.

Then I saw her at her locker.

Her arm in a cast.

Then I knew.

A boy passed by and asked why she was hurt.

She said she fell down the stairs, but I knew better.

She tried to lie with a smile,

as if I can't tell her lies from the truth.

I had it and grabbed her wrist.

Her face controrted in pain.

I didn't know she was hurt that badly.

Guilt attacked me, and I said "sorry" over and over again,

but I couldn't back off.

"Tell me the truth."

She broke.

"You want to know the truth? I freaking cut myself!"

She finally looked into my eyes again,

with real eyes and real emotions.
"Why?" I asked.

"You tell me, you abandoned me."