Part 2 of the story nobody asked for
>arrive next week at the library on the same day
>holy fuck she arrives and sits down next to me
>we start talking again
>this time reading a book about crimes
>noticing I'm on the section about rape I hide my spaghetti cause I don't want to get sent home again
>ask her what she's reading
>she starts talking to me about it
>now I'm listening to her
>zone out and start imagining our lives together
>man, she's a qt
>things go well again like this for about 2-3 more weeks
>unfortunately, that last week doesnt pan out so well for me
>things proceed as normal, until we start talking about things not book related
>mentions the elementary school we went to
<Hey I went there too!
>talk about our lives
>she starts talking about sensitive stuff
>home life and stuff like that
>mentions she was a problem child
It was at this moment, that the floodgate was released
>oh hey I was a problem child too!
<really anon?
>yea I was in special ed!
<I was for a bit
>man those fuckers sent me to the white room every day I tell ya
<pardon?
>yea people would fight me, I'd kick there ass, and I'd get sent there for hours
<oh that's terrible
>"yea, I didnt even start them cause my dad told me only to fight in self defense"
>now at this point, one may think that that quote sealed my fate, but someone up there was giving me chances
<your dad seems like he cares, I wish mine did
>she starts talking about her stepdad, seemed like a dick but didn't hit her, just controlling
>yea, my home life is pretty good but my friends oh boy
>start talking about my adventures with friends
>talk about the time one of them knifed me on accident
Side story tl;dr: the bros got into a fight and I jumped in front of the knife in 7th grade, got a faint scar on my hand from it
>she gets this look that I didnt realize at the time was visible discomfort
>bell rings while I'm rambling
<well I gotta go anon I'll see you round
>yea see you next week
>…yea sure
And that was the last I ever saw her…that year. 2 years later however, I saw her again.
Pic related. Scar on my hand from the knife. The quaint line of raised skin in the middle