#Chapter23
I sat there in shock as I watched Abigail wipe the tears off of her face. I honestly didn't know what to say.
Lia?
She never seemed like the type to do such a thing, she was so confident and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of her.
Now she was at her breaking point and what was I doing?
Trying to break her even more.
/"How do you know?/" I finally asked.
/"I caught her last night crying in her room, slashing at her palm. She never did it in the common places like wrist or thighs./" She sniffled.
I tried to picture Lia in my mind, any weird scars that she might have on her body.
/"Those marks on her shoulder that she said she got from fighting?/" I asked.
/"That was all her./"
/"Well why doesn't you or your parents do something about it?!/" I practically yelled.
I was hurt because Lia was busy hurting herself and I probably was part of the blame.