Another of Mariah's friends met her in the hallway. "Did you see that hot new guy who went to the cafeteria. Even the gay guys are all bidding that he is the hottest guy in the school. Be hotter if he took off that over shirt. Here is the book you loaned me. Here is the book you wanted to borrow." She said. "Anyways a popular girl like you should have NOOOO problems getting him in different clothes. Choi." She hurried off.<br/><br/>Dustin listened to all the people talking about him. Whatever. He didn't need any of them. None of them understood him anyways. He wasn't self pitying. No one could understand him. That need to cut. The times of suicidal thoughts, tendencies and actions. These people had so much to live for he had nothing. He had a guardian angel who would let him fucking die. That is all he had. He got up and left the cafeteria. Heading back to the room and locked himself in the bathroom. Already he was being judged. He had seen it in their eyes. They knew something was different about them. He pulled out his crimson blade and took off his long sleeved over shirt and threw it to the side. He then cut across his wrist then in the middle of his palm. The skin slicing open like a sheet of paper beneath the well sharped blade. He ran the tub water and let his blood drip down the sink. Just watching it as if the world now made sense. He let it bleed out for twenty minutes before cleaning the cuts. Taking the remaining gauze from his over shirt and wrapped the cuts. Tying them off even as blood dropped onto the floor. A few gravitational droplets. He then rinsed his blade. Turning the water off and went back into the room. Laying on the bed where they had placed his stuff and crashed