"SELINA!" I gasped, turning around and grabbing another tissue, pressing it down on my arm to stop the bleeding.
Selina locked the door behind her, then walked over to me and hopped up onto the table beside me.
"With all the crap you take from everyone, I figured you had something to take your anger out on." She told me, looking at my wrist as I attempted to not look at her.
"But, this is a little extreme don't you think?" She asked, her voice gentle and calming, with a slight hint of concern. Something I am yet to hear in my life.
"Well.. you don't understand okay?" I told her, and she didn't look at all fazed. "So why don't you just stay out of it?"
"You're perfect Tiara." She said, making he turn around to face her, my face filled with shock.
"Anyone who doesn't see that has a problem with themselves." Her voice was still gentle. "They have no right to judge us. They have more secrets than we do, secrets that can ruin their lives just as they've ruined ours. The only difference is... you're secret free. You're free of guilt for the rest of your life. They hate you for it."
I was silent for a minute or so, before finding the courage to speak.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked and she shrugged.
"I just can't stand people being abused for who they are. I just don't think it's right." She said.
She reached over and took my arm in her hands, pulled off the tissues and looked at the cuts on my arm. "Doesn't that hurt?" She asked, and I was surprised that she was being so calm about this. Anybody else would be disgusted by looking at them, freak out and go tell everyone. But not her.
"Not really." I admitted, seeing fresh blood flow to the surface of my skin.
"Well... Lunchtime is almost over. If you like, you can come to my house and I can patch you up there." She offered, taking me by surprise. She looked at my confused face and let out a short, surprised laugh.
"What? Did you think I was just going to let you bleed everywhere and risk everyone finding out?" She asked and I hesitantly nodded.
"Wow." She laughed again and reached into her bag. I watched her as she pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and lit up the end. I didn't know she smoked, but I'm in no position to judge her.
She took a few breaths of the Cig, leaning back as if she was trying to relax. Then she opened her eyes again and smiled at me. She offered the Cig to me, "Want some before I finish it?" She asked and I nodded, taking it from her small hand.
I took a puff or two before handing it back to her.
"Before I moved here, I used to be like you." Selina said and I leaned back with her. "Everyone goes through a point in their lives where they hate who they are. I was treated the exact same way, but it stopped eventually. Because I realized that I didn't care. I didn't care about weight, the fashion, how my hair looks or even if my opinions weren't the same. I just didn't care."
"You were treated the same way?" I asked, not believing that someone like her could possibly be anything other than popular. She's normal, I'm not.
"Yeah, I too was one of those girls who dreamed I'd wake up and be as perfect as my favourite celebrity. It didn't work of course." She laughed and I smiled. "So eventually I stopped dreaming, and I guess that's why my friends stopped talking to me. My boyfriend too." She turned towards me. "A meaningful life isn't being popular or perfect Tia, it's about being real, staying strong and being able to use our experiences to help others. After high school, nobody's gonna care how popular you are. They will care about they way you treat others though."
I just sat there thinking about everything that she just told me.
"Nothing is more beautiful than the smile that has struggled through the tears." She breathed, leaning back with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Demi Lovato?" I asked, surprised that she knows that quote.
"Yeah. She's my idol." She smiled. She reached down beside her and picked up my Demi wristbands. She handed them back to me with a smile. "Keep her close to you, I know I have."
She lifted the sleeve of her denim jacket and revealed that 'Stay Strong' was written on her wrist in black ink. "Permanent Ink. That will last a few months now."
"I can't believe that you like her too. Most of my friends hated her, they thought she was fake." I said. my eyes widening.
"They're fake. Demi's as real as anyone can get." Selina smiled and slung her bag over her shoulder, tossing the used Cigarette in the sink.
"By the way, this is really good." She pulled a sheet of paper out of her pocket and held it up in front of me. It was the drawing I made of her!
"Is it really me?" She asked and I solemnly nodded. She looked at the paper again and her fingers touched her lips gently. "Next time, make my lips thinner will ya? I look like freaking Jay-Z!" She giggled and I let out a short laugh. "Mine if I keep this?"
"Not at all." I admitted. It would be best not to have a reminder of today in my notebook.
"Thanks, Come on. We need to get that bleeding under control." She jumped off the counter and gestured for me to follow her.
I used one of my hairpins to secure a bandage made out of tissues around my wrist, that should stop the bleeding for now. I pulled on my jacket and slung my bag over my shoulder, following Selina out of the door. After she unlocked it of course. Nobody was waiting to get into the bathroom, and I think I know why.
It's because nobody uses this bathroom, the rebels always use it to smoke and everyone tries to avoid them. That's why I knew I was safe when I came here, I just didn't know that Selina would find me.
Sorry, short chapter. My time on the internet was limited today. We're having maintenance down the street and they're gonna cut off the internet connection.