Derek stood there in the hall, looking at his newest friend: Danny Foster. He wore a black hoodie over a black T-shirt, tight blue jeans with a studded belt and worn sneakers. A flop of black hair hung across half his pale face.
Danny's friend, in shock of watching what had happened, tried to squirm away, and he was strong enough to do so. The six emo boys watched him franticly running down the hall. They didn't try to go after him.
"Do you understand the truth now?" Derek asked Danny.
"Yes. Life sucks and my life is shit."
"Exactly." Derek looked around at the group of emo boys that stood around him and Danny in a circle. A few hours ago, they wouldn't have even spoken to him and he refused to speak to them too. How could he talk to someone who didn't understand him? But now, they were emos. They completely understood him. They were the only ones around that could. He looked from one to another: Jon (aka Agony), Chris (aka Crisis), Steve (aka Slash), Tim (aka Torment), and now Danny (aka Despair). They were his friends.
"Wait right here. I need to get something from my locker," Derek said. About ten feet away, he opened his locker, then fingered the wishing stone in his pocket. "I wish that I had a razor blade in my locker for every new emo I create." As the stone grew warm, a small box appeared in his locker. He picked it up and opened it. Then he shut it, closed his locker, and rejoined the group.
"In this box is your only true friend." Derek opened it. The five emos looked inside and saw a pile of five razor blades. Jon reached in and picked one up. He admired it. Not for what it was, but for what it represented. With this razor, Jon could show people that he was suffering. And that was just something he needed to do. The other emo boys picked up their razors and looked at them too.
Karyn overheard everything after Derek returned from his locker. That was when she saw Jon. Every now and then, she discretely looked around the corner. And it was one of those times when she saw Jon intentionally cutting his arm with what appeared to be a razor blade. She could clearly see blood trickling down his arm. My god, what's happened to him? Karyn thought.
