"I'm sorry to say this time I went deeper", she said, showing me a big knife tainted with fresh blood and her shirt was red too. "what do you mean?" I asked her with fear. She wouldn't speak, she wouldn't even express with her eyes what had happened.
I waited eager to know about the recient event. Her eyes, now, were wet, and her weak voice explained "an important injury and I just couldn's help it.. I couldn't stop it, I'm sorry, I really am! I'M SORRY!", she cried.
I took her knife, I hugged her, cleaned her self-made wounds and now we try to live a normal life around normal people, hiding our real experiences, and feelings... just like normal people.
