Chapter 7 Grace's POV

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It's hard to find out that your friend cuts. I wanted to be mad at her but she had her reasons. Even if she didn't want to talk to me about them. I was going to be the supportive friend she wanted me to be an help her through it.

When I walked outside this morning Taylor was already pulled out front of my house and I climbed in the passenger side door. Her sister Dakota was sitting in the back but she had her head phones in and didn't disturb us. For awhile we had a normal conversation but then I looked down and seen her wrist. She was wearing bracelets unlike yesterday but I still seen a fresh cut below one of her bracelets. She saw me looking at it and pulled he sleeves down.
"Please. Please just talk to me. What's going on? I need to know. I want to help."
She just sat there. Staring out at the road but didn't say a word. We sat in that awkward silence until she spoke up and said "I would but I don't know how. I can't explain it. I just need help. Can you do that? Can you just support me? Please."
We were at a stop sign now and she was staring at me. Nothing else just me. I want to look away but I couldn't. I want her to tell me everything I just want to help. But I know she won't do that. She will just shut herself out more. So I just nod.
"Thank you." She replies with a smile. I know it's fake but I don't say anything. I just smile back.

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