everything started out great today,

we meet up at lunch and made secrets under the field bleachers.

after school,

we went to my house since my parents weren't home.

and then when the night came,

we went up to my roof with some alcohol and just laid together watching the stars.

it was perfect-

right up until you lifted your hand up to bring the cold bottle to your lips,

and your sleeve fell just a little bit.

it was pale,

but also covered in red lines.

at first,

i didn't understand what they were because it was so dark outside,

but then it clicked.

they were scars.