Hartbig

13 Years

Grace's POV.

I wake up to the feeling of someone tickling me, but in a soothing way...

I look up to see Hannah tracing my cuts from last night with her finger. I quickly get uncomfortable and pull my arm away.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not now..." I respond with tears in my eyes.

"Take your time," Hannah says while getting up from the kitchen floor.

I get up and go take a quick shower.

Hannah's POV.

I woke up with Grace in my arms and remember what happened last night..

I sit up, still having Grace on me, but now her head is on my lap.

I take her wrist and kiss every cut and every scar and start to tear up, I think to myself that how can such a wonderful, beautifull, "happy" girl like Grace, do this to herself?

I start to trace her cuts with my finger...

She wakes up and looks at me and pulls her arm away...

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask softly

"Not now.." She says with tears forming

"Take your time" I say as I get up

I go to the room and get changed, I come out of the room and hear her in the shower, humming.

I sit on the couch and start crying, It's all my fault, It's all my fault I keep saying to myself. It's all my fault that she got so mad at me that she had to go hurt herself.

I hear the shower turn off and a couple of seconds later I see Grace come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

She looks at me and comes to sit next to me...

"What's wrong Hannah?" She ask with a worried look

"It's all my fault...I made you so mad that you had to go hurt yourself!" I say while trying to hold back tears.

"No it's fine...I'm used to it.." She says looking down

"Grace...No one should ever be used to this! How long have you been going through this?" I ask holding her hand tightly.

She looks up at me with tears and says.."13 Years Hannah, 13 years..."