Report card.


Looking at the report card one last time, she decided to do exactly what she used to every time she felt uneasy. Her parents would be home later that evening and she has the house to herself for the entire day.With trembling hands, she opened her drawer and took out her only source of satisfaction. Her compass. One quick stroke wouldn’t hurt. Satisfied she sat on the bed and rolled up her sleeve. After this, she would be able to take the criticism she would be showered with. With the sharp edge of the compass she started to draw a line on her wrist, absent mindedly, when suddenly the bell rang and the compass ran a bit too deep hurting a vein. She realised, her report card didn’t matter anymore and a she smiled after a really long time.

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