Chapter 12
The first lesson of the following day was Literacy. Mica walked to the classroom with me, and we sat down next to each other at our table.I hadn't told Mica that I had cut myself, but for some reason I felt like he knew. I still didn't want to tell him about it, because he would hate me. I felt like I had failed him, and I was scared that he would find out and see how weak and worthless I really was.
"Okay, class. There are some questions on the board for you to answer about the passage that we looked at in our last lesson. Try and complete them all while I take the register." the teacher told everyone, and then she sat down and began to call out the names of the pupils on the register.
I finished all of the questions in the space of a few minutes, as I found them quite easy. Mica managed to complete them, but he took a bit longer. The teacher asked the class if everyone had answered them all, and most people said that they had finished it.
"Okay, then. There are some worksheets on your tables for you to fill in, so complete those next." she instructed.
Then I reached across the table to get a worksheet from Mica's side of the table, and as I did so, the sleeve of my school blazer slipped down my arm, revealing the self-inflicted scars on my wrist. I immediately realised that everyone could see them, and I tried to pull my sleeve down, but it was too late. Mica had seen them. He grabbed my wrist and stared at my scars.
"Victoria, what did you do to yourself?" he whispered.
I didn't say anything. I just sat there. I was so ashamed of myself, and Mica probably hated me now.
"Did you cut yourself?" he asked me.
I kept staring down at the floor, not daring to look at him as I nodded.
"I'm so sorry. . ." Mica said quietly. He sounded as if he was about to cry.
"You shouldn't be sorry. I deserved it." I told him.
"You don't deserve it, though." Mica said.
"I do, though. I'm a worthless person, nearly everyone hates me and I have no reason to exist." I said, sighing.
"You aren't worthless, you're an amazing person. And I don't hate you, and you have every reason to exist. I just wish that you would believe that." Mica told me.
"Yeah, but you're the only person who thinks that." I muttered.
"Victoria, we'll talk about this at break." Mica said.
"Okay." I whispered, wondering what he would say to me at break.
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