Girl: can't take the stress of her life anymore. She goes into an empty stall in the girl's bathroom with a small razor. When she came out of the bathroom before she could cover up her wounds a preppy girl saw and told everyone. Everyone made fun of her, ignored her, or gave her pity looks. She skipped class and cried in the hallway by the bathroom. Then a boy walked up with jet black hair, skinny jeans, and sharpied finger nails.
Boy: "What happened to you?"
Girl: looks away from him in embarrassment.
Boy: gives her a hug.
Girl: "Why'd you hug me, don't you think I'm a freak?"
Boy: "No, you just looked like you needed a hug." then he gave her some of his thick, rubber wrist bands.
Girl: "What are these for?"
Boy: "To cover your wrists
everyone will forget in a week, trust me." then boy walks away, and she could just make out faint scar marks on his wrists where his wrist bands had been.