( ooc: i know this is taking it to the extreme and all, but i'm getting bored with parvati. anyone wanna plot?
oh, and this is a private narrative. meaning no one can say "OHMIGOD PARVATI YOU CUT YERSELF?!?!?!111///" )

Parvati walked into the library and looked around. Where's Padma? She said she would meet me here... She looked around, and there she saw Padma. She was sitting at a table, picking at something on her arm. Parvati walked over and sat down across from her. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Why did you want to meet me here?"
Padma extended her arm and showed Parvati. "This." she pointed at a very small scar on her arm.
"Did a cat scratch you?" Parvati asked, examining the cut.
Padma shook her head. "I did that to myself."
Parvati looked up at her. "You call that serious, Padma?" she asked her. You haven't even seen what I've done to my arm... my thigh... my stomach....
"Of course it's serious!" Padma whispered. "I'm hurting myself! That's serious, isn't it?"
Parvati rolled her eyes and lifted up her sleeves. She revealed to Padma many, many scars, all very deep. There were lines, circles, hearts, and stars. Padma gasped and leaned in closer. She touched some of the scars, which didn't hurt Parvati that much. She was amazed, and yet worried at the same time.
"Parvati, this is horrible.." Padma finally said.
"You hyprocrite!" Parvati yelled. "You go off and slit your wrists and say that you're soooo cool now! And then I show you my arm and you say it's horrible? I don't want to be cool, Padma, what I am doing isn't cool. Don't try to do it just for attention! It's a serious matter!"
Padma stared at her. "I'm.. I'm sorry... I-"
"YOU SHOULD BE!"
Parvati got up and started walking towards the door. "That little scar... pathetic..." Parvati whispered as she left.