The boy sits in the back of the school bus.
A seat infront of him is a girl.
Brown hair, blue eyes and freckles across her face.
He admires her beauty and watches her as she laughs and talks with her friends.
He notices something.
When her friend stops talking to her, she looks out the window and her smile turns into sadness.
She looks miserable.
Hurt.
The boy says nothing.

The next day, the boy sits at the same place behind the girl.
She's on her own and she has the same look on her face.
The boy longs to talk to her but something holds him back.
He notices something else.
As the girl reaches to get something out her bag, her top rolled up and the boy saw red marks.
Long lines across her wrist.
Bright red and raw.
She rolls her sleeves down as her friend sits next to her and she begins to smile.
The boy knows that it is not honest or genuine but again he says nothing.

The next day, the boy sits at the same place but the girl is nowhere to be seen.
The boy begins to worry but realizes that she may just be ill or something must have come up so he says nothing.

Days turn into weeks and the girl still hasn't been or the bus or to school.
His mind races a million miles an hour and it begins to fill with horrific thoughts but he pushes them aside and keeps to himself.
The boy again says nothing.

At school, there is an assembly.
The assembly is focusing on a girl.
A girl who commited suicide.
A girl who is of the same age as the boy.
Her picture is revealed and the boy bursts into tears.
It was the beautiful brown haired ******* the bus.
If he would've spoken to her then maybe just maybe, she would still be alive today.
He wished that he would have said something instead of nothing.