Silently cussing at him I just stayed put. I didn't hug back or even more. Oliver noticed this and pulled away. I was hoping he would let me leave and never speak to me again, but seems like the devil was here because I had no such luck.
"To answer your question, you can't leave. I'm sorry but I won't let you. I love you and I know what I did before was wrong, but please forgive me. I will never do it again. I promise. Just please let me show you!" Oliver pleaded.
I didn't know whether to cry or yell at him. I decided to get violent instead. I threw punches at his arm and stomach. You can tell it hurt because he was flinching and trying to get me to stop. Seizing my fists he pinned them by my side.
Breathing heavily, he said," Will you stop that. It fucking hurts; who knew you could pack a punch? Listen, I know how it sounds but I don't want you to leave. I haven't seen you in years and I'm not ready to go through that again. Now the bathroom is right over there so go and clean up. You look like shit."
He pointed across the room to the bathroom. I got up and went inside. I made sure to lock the door before searching my pocket. The one thing I always carry
with me beside my phone.
My best friend, my razor.
Glancing at the door I made two cuts then eventually five. I stared down at my thighs watching the blood ooze out like a river. Some old cuts some new but you can barely tell the difference. I looked into the mirror refusing to cry so instead I punched it. I couldn't take that freak looking back at me.
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Beautiful Nightmare
RandomWhat would you do if all of your barriers came crumbling down? The same barriers that took years to perfect, and then destroyed by the same person. But furthermore the question you should be asking is; is it a beautiful dream or a beautiful nightmar...
