You came up to me today.

It was Friday,

your new girlfriend right next to you.

I felt kind of bad

for that other girl you once had,

but it was her fault

for falling for you in the first place.

Closing my locker,

your girlfriend roughly grabbed my arm

and yanked me to a vacant classroom.

What she did in there

was awful,

and

you only helped her.

You only watched.

"this is what you get bitch"

she scowls

and pulls something out of her pocket,

a lighter.

"wait mackenzie"

you say baffled.

"isn't this going too far"

your girlfriend just laughs.

"just hold her down will you"

and as my eyes fixed itself on the lighter,

my breathing got harder,

faster.

"please don't"

is what I try to say.

But nothing comes out.

So I shake my head quickly,

tears building in my eyes.

You wrapped one arm around my body

and you covered my mouth

with your other hand.

I was shaking now,

as Mackenzie grabbed my arm

and switched on the lighter.

My sobs got muffled by your hand.

Someone please help me.

Please.

I'm not fine

I'm not fine

I'm really not fine.

And as those flames made contact

with my skin,

I screamed out in agony.

That didn't stop either of you.