Today was a horrible day. I walked through the school corridors with my head down, face hidden and without speaking. But when I got to my graphics class and sat down in my seat (at the back of the class) I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sharp end of jet black acrylic. I didnt want anyone to notice so I started using it to just scratch myself but then it got deeper and deeper. No one noticed, not even the teacher. My friend came into class late and when she walked up to me I quickly covered the scars with my blazer sleeve and hid the acrylic in my fist. She told me that I seemed really down and distant, more than ever before, but I just sat there, kept my head down and kept pushing the sharp end of the acrylic into my fingertips. Whenever she looked away I would swipe a few quick scratches into the back of my hand. I kept sneaking a look at what I had done to myself but I wasnt careful and i noticed she had stopped talking to me and looked at my hands/arms but she never mentioned anything. On the bus on my way home, just before she got off she said she needed to speak to me about something when we got home. She hasn't said anything to me yet but I'm scared if she did see my scars and what she'll say.