-Lefty's Pov-

After I was done cutting, I decided to go to the bathroom and clean the knife.

I didn't want SB to see.

Even though she knows that I cut. Which is why I'm more careful now.

Although I won't have to be for long.

I sighed as the warm water splashed on the front on my hoodie a bit.

I really don't understand anything anymore.

I turned the water off and went to the rack, wiping the knife dry. But this time, I decided that I would put it in my backpack.

As I passed by the mirror, I noticed my arm and stopped to look.

Bloody...cut...looked almost broken...

Heh.

That's what I am.

I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom.

I wasn't going to clean it, because then Baby would find out that I had cut today.

She always finds out somehow, believe me.

I walked over to my desk where my backpack was and opened it.

I placed the knife inside a pouch, making sure it wasn't visible and that it was hidden well.

They don't allow knives or anything like that in school, and if they saw that I had one, they could possibly call the cops.

And I don't need that.

I took out my text book and my notes, sighing again.

Stupid tests.

Why do we even have to take them.

I went over to my bed and sat down, opening the text book to page 376.

It's a big book, I know.

I grabbed a pencil and started studying the pages, writing down what was important and what I needed to study the most.

I'm so ready to graduate from High...

I looked at my alarm clock on my desk and checked the time.

7:32

Wow...time goes by fast.

And this test was going to take forever...

I know I'm complaining.

Sorry.

I do that too much...maybe that's why no one likes me.

But I don't talk at school at all, so...

I shook my head and continued to write, my ears twitching slightly.

I was already on the third page and my hand was hurting.

Yes, I write fast. It's natural for me. But I get tired very easily.

I was even thinking of becoming an author when I'm older. Maybe make books for little kids. But I know that would never be possible...

Dreams never come true...

At least, not for me.

When I was five, I wished that my mom would get better from cancer that she was fighting...

But....it..it didn't...work...

I felt something wet trail down my cheek and splat onto the page that I was writing on.

Oh great.

I'm crying now.

I'm strong though.

I'm emotionless.

Forever.

And nothing can change that.

I just...wish I could've said goodbye...

I shook my head and pulled the hood of my jacket over my head.

Maybe I could do the notes later...

I shoved everything to the side and laid back, looking at the ceiling.

I...just...wish....she...was..still...here...

-Scrap Baby's Pov-

I shook my head as Lefty headed up to his room.

That's what he does everyday.

I honestly wish I could stop him...but that last time I tried...he snapped...

I shouldn't mess with him...

Although I want to get him help.

I'm his friend, and I wanna do what's right for him.

So...maybe I should get him a therapist...

But he would freak out even more..

And he wouldn't tell them everything.

I just wish that he would go back to being the kind, gentle, shy little bear that I knew when we were kids.

I guess times have changed...and so did he.

I looked up as I heard a knock on the door. I got up and walked over, opening it.

"Hi, bestie!!"

I gasped and smiled. "Happy Frog! You're early!"

"You know I don't play around when it comes to hanging out with you." She said, smiling at me.

I nodded and hugged her, then letting her in.

It was our girls night tonight.

And tomorrow was the last day or college, so we were both nervous and excited at the same time.

Happy Frog went over and sat down on the couch.

"So what are we doing first?"

"Well..." I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the bowl of popcorn I had made, then walked back to the living room, sitting next to her. "I thought we could watch a movie!" I settled the bowl in between us.

"Oooh, which one?" She asked.

I smiled a bit. "A Dog's Purpose." I said proudly.

"Hmm..what's with it with you and dogs?"

"I dunno..they're just so cute!" I grabbed the remote and pressed the play button to the movie, snuggling up against Happy Frog as I pulled a blanket over us.

She wrapped her arms around me and smiled slightly.

So...don't take this the wrong way.

You probably did though.

Oh well...

-Molten Freddy's Pov-

I sighed as I walked inside my house, putting my book on the counter and heading up to my room.

Today was a long day...and I was a bit surprised by what Baby has asked me to do.

She wanted me to...watch Lefty.

She said that she didn't trust him.

I mean...I could see why, don't get me wrong.

He looks like a nice kid, but he looks like he does self harm...

I could tell because he wears a hoodie and looks kinda depressed...

I shook my head and sat on my bed, looking around.

Maybe I could help him...or at least try

I'ma have to find a way to get him to trust me.

But...he hates me.

But I promise that I'll do whatever I can to help him...for Baby's sake.

I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at it.

9:39

Hmm...

I guess the little stroll lasted longer than intended.

But oh well.

Tomorrow is going to be a new day.

-Lefty's Pov-

I swear...I can't handle it anymore...

I promised...

But I broke it...

I'm not...

Not ok...

I....

Help me...

You think I may be crazy...

Yet I say...

I'm "fine"....