Just Dont.. // Chandler Riggs

Chapter 19

Chandler

I stood at the door of her house after what seemed like forever, but had only been 4 days.

Why was she ignoring me? Had I done something wrong? I mean, I don't think I did. I hadn't even seen her, let alone leave my house.

I was worried, too say the least.

My palms were sweaty and I probably looked like crap, it being 9 pm and standing on her porch with gray sweats and a Foo Fighters tee shirt on.

I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to calm myself before knocking on the door quietly.

There were loud footsteps coming from the living room, then the front door swung open to Mr. Johnson holding a beer in his scabbed over hands.

He looked down at me, his face blank before he turned, leaving while slamming the door closed, until he caught it. "She doesn't want too see you. Not after she caught you cheating on her with her best friend." He said, his voice cold.

That's when I realized what was happening. If I only I would have realized sooner.

-

It was later that night, only around 1 am. I had changed out of my sweat pants and into skinny jeans (it was a new style I was trying. After all, Carl looks good in it most likely I could). I stood outside her window, my old vans with the wholes where my pinky toe was on my feet, causing the dew on the ground to go into my shoe and make my socks wet (which isn't cool, ew).

I reached into my bag on my shoulder and pulled my little brothers nerf gun he had gotten for christmas, sliding one of the foam balls into it and pulling back the lever like I always had as a kid. I aimed it up at her window, pulling the small, plastic, trigger and hitting the glass, it making a 'thump' sound.

There was shuffling before the light beside her bed turned on and the window was pushed open and her blonde head poked out in confusion.

I sighed in relief, thankful she was okay. I didn't know what he'd done to her, but I knew he was hurting her.

"Thank God," I murmur, "Repunzel, let down your hair." I grin, then slowly letting it form into a smirk as I widen my arms.

I watch her as she rolls her eyes, then smiles fondly. "I thought it was gonna be something from Shakespeare."

Her giggles perfect, I thought, How could anyone ever hurt her?

"Leave the window open, I'm coming up," I instruct, then step back, eyeing the side of the house. Once I'm sure she's out of the way, I run to the side of the house, grabbing onto the metal pole and climbing up the side of it, putting my foot wherever it will go before sliding into the room.

"Hi," was the first word that left my mouth when I saw her in her small, blue plaid pajama shorts and over-sized Dale Earnhardt Jr. shirt with her Adventure Time socks that came just above the knees.

"Oh my, Goodness. I missed you." She had almost screamed, her arms thrown around me and squeezing my waist tightly.

"Give me your wrists." I murmur, then listen as all the excited noises, everything silenced.

Slowly the girl lifted her arms up and turning them over so I could see the new, pink scars. "Shae.." I breathed out, then looked back up at her green eyes. "Why would you.."

"I don't even think it counts as self harm." She said quickly, her eyes meeting my own. "It rarely counts as hurting myself if I couldn't feel it. They won't even leave scars."

"But it's still hurting yourself. Therefore, self harm."

She was silent, her eyes glassing over as she looked at me. "I'm sorry," She murmured.