I recently met a boy at school whom I had never seen him before until two weeks ago. He was wrestling with a fork and looked like a weasel. I assumed we was playing around, but my friend informed me he was unstable. He had pretended to jump out of a window a few weeks earlier.
My friend got the fork from the boy and then tried to talk to him but he ran away.
The following week I saw him on the playground, he had a cut on his neck. Apparently he'd been pretending to strangle or hang himself - I came late on the scene as the next duty teacher, so I didn't get the details.
A couple days later, he was running around with his shirt off. I talked to him for the first time then. I treated him like he was normal ... asking what was wrong, if he was cold or needed another shirt. He shook his head and put his shirt back on.
Today I saw him outside the office. My friend had stopped him and asked if he was okay. He shook his head. She hugged him and the boy began to weep.
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