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Bey double checked her surroundings as soon as she got out of her car , always cautious of any cars that have been in the same spot for a few days or subtle movements before she popped the lock on her car struggling to carry the bags of cat food , new carrier , and toys she had impulse purchased as soon as she left Shawn in the parking lot .
She hadn't been asked about her scars since she was in high school and she didn't take too kindly to being reminded of them especially when no one understood the origin of them .
People who self harmed rarely wanted to die .
If anything they were the most fearful of death , always keeping bandaids , gauze , paper towel and cautious not to cut too deep or over the same spot twice .
People who thought it was for attention made her sick .
Why do you think the put so much effort into hiding them ?
Do you know how much you had to hate yourself to willingly slice open your skin or hold a lighter to your your thigh in secrets , intentionally inflicting pain on yourself ? That didn't have shit to do with anyone but yourself and the demons you were battling in your mind .
As soon as she locked the door to her room and sat down she regretted getting a pet just to prove him wrong .
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"You're not sleeping with Me" she said as she pulled off her clothes and grabbed her hair brush . "Don't look at me like that, I'm not changing my mind" Bey said fighting the smile that came to her when her baby made little noises getting closer to the edge of the bed trying to find her . "Okay just for tonight" she said picking him up as she pulled the covers back turning on her LED lights to a automatic in case he was afraid of the dark .
As she laid back with him on her chest she rambled names around in her head trying to figure out what the fuck you named a cat .
"Hennessy ?" Bey tried . "Okay ... you don't like that one how about Prince ? He had some good Music . You ever heard purple rain ? Remind me to play that for you when I get the chance . Ooh , what about Luther ? Wait that's old as hell . Malcolm? Nah , how about.... You're sleep " Bey said softly as she rubbed his head."I'm going to call you Jackson , because there's only one Michael and he's the King of Pop don't you forget it" she said trying to find sleep herself as she googled how to care for a cat .
