The girl with scars (a munchingbrotato fanfic) (MAJOR EDITING UNDERWAY)

Chapter 6 Her little secrets

(Tyler's pov)

She left the room. I don't know what possessed me, but I had to see if it was there. I just had the feeling it was. I checked everywhere on and under her bed and I checked her dresser drawers. that's my mistake.

Where the hell could it be!!! am I wrong? does she not do it? Wait....

As I shook all over I slowly walked to her desk. I was terrified about if I found it or worst, she caught me looking. I was right in front of the chair at her desk. I opened the main drawer in the middle. crumpled papers everywhere, pencils, pens, and an assortment of other things. I dug around it all silently, and just as I was about to give up on the idea.........

"Ow, fuck! what the........."

I had cut my finger. wait............
I HAD CUT MY FINGER!!!!!

I sucked on my finger and carefully picked up the culprit behind it.

"Holy shit."

Sage did have it. a razor blade. A bloody, old razor blade. I was right. she cuts herself.

The more I thought about it. the more I realized a lot of signs I had missed. sage always wore long sleeves or a lot of bracelets, she wouldn't eat that often and when she did it was either super healthy or very small and light, and she always had this sadness in her eyes when she'd come over from her house.

was she okay right now? why was she doing it? was it because if her dad? was she losing weight for me? All of these questions swarmed and swirled in my head, and I had no answers. but one thing I knew was that this wasn't good for her.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. shit that's her. i threw the razor back in the drawer and closed it and walked quickly towards the stairs hoping she hadn't heard me going through her stuff or putting the razor back.

" Hey, what did they say?"

" Um! they said that I can come back tomorrow and get my stuff packed since they've already come in my room."

" Okay. so what do you want to do now?"

" Um I'm really tired right now. so can we go home? I didn't sleep well last night."

"Sure. lets roll."
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As soon as I saw see was asleep on my bed I ran out to my backyard and called up Kyle.

" Hey tyler! whats up?"

" Hey you heard the news about sages parents?"

" Yea, that was sad ass shit man. I feel real bad for her."

" Yea. um, I think I found something. and I think it's been happening even before last night."

" What did you find?"

" We had gone to her house and for some reason I got the suspicion she had something. so when she had left the room I went though her stuff until I got to her dresser................ dude, she had a bloody, old razor blade in it. I think she cuts herself and from what I've looked over from the past few months we've been together maybe even anorexic. what do I do?"

The phone was silent for what felt like forever.

" Shit. I don't know dude. does she know you found it?"

"No. she doesn't."

"Okay, you have three options, but with how much you love her you really only have two."

" What are they?"

"Well, you can either confront her about it. ya know? just sit her down and have a talk with her about how your worried about her and you want to help. or the second option is to help her secretly. ya know hide her razor, sneak in a little more food to her."

"Wait you said there were three. whats the third?"

" Well this one has to parts that you can that one or the other. part one is to dump her. but you love too much to do that. and the other part is to put her in a rehab place were she can get help. but again you love her too much to do that to her."

"Okay. I'm definitely not doing either one of those."

" Told you."

" Shut up."

" I think you should confront her. but not alone. have some of us come over and lets all sit her down and tell her we all love her and want to help her."

" Holy shit! did you just come up with a genius plan?"

" Hey! I can have smart ideas sometimes!"

"Yea, sometimes."

" Sometime is better than no time."

" Your an idiot."

"I know. and so are you."

" So when should we talk to her?"

" Not before the funeral. after it and a little bit after. a week or two after. depending on how she feels."

"Okay."

" Hey, I need to run ill talk with you later over more of the details."

"Okay, see ya later Kyle."

I hung up. I hope this works as planned.