http://slow.writerscafe.org/deandraxx The original writings of author deandra.xx. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776103968 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Westley’s P.O.V I sit in my car for at least another five minutes before sliding out and treading into the school. I try to avoid any contact with other people, but I have no luck with that as I see Colton coming my way. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, f*g?” He ask.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deandraxx/1837237/ Westley’s P.O.VI take the small blade in between my fingers. Before I know it, I feel the coolness of it on the sensitive skin covering my wrist. I slide it across my skin and feel that all too familiar burning sensation. I shouldn’t be doing this. I promised my mom that I wouldn’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deandraxx/1836942/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deandraxx/1836924/