Issues

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Lorenzo ended up dropping me home first as my house came up first in the routes home.

Lorenzo was about to park a few blocks down as he used to, but I told him to park right in front.

I could tell he was a little surprised I said so. He's really something. I like him. He's sweet.

Although his appearance says otherwise, I mean with all the tattoos all over his body.

Damn his body-

I like it when my parents are not around, but yet again I'll have no place to really live.

Yes, my parents are bitches but they give me a roof over my head, they give me food. I sigh and get ready for bed.

I also immediately fell asleep. When I woke up that morning I felt like shit.

My head was pounding in pain. My eyes were watering. I felt disgusting. I have a fever. I grab the temperature checker, bring it up to my forehead and press the button to check.

'HI' is all it shows.

Fuck.

I'm going to take a shower, maybe I'll feel better. I turn on the hot water, to feel better. I remove my clothes and hop in the shower.

Imagine if Lorenzo was with me-

shut up.

I've always wondered how big his-

No... no.. please.

I use my classic shampoo and wash my hair, and my classic conditioner and condition my hair. I put my hair up, and began using my loofa, and out some lavender soap and scrub gently all over.

I step out and immediately wrap myself with my white towel. I stare at the mirror and look at myself.

My cuts are still fresh looking the recent ones of course.

I've always knew it's best to cut where it won't be seen. That's why I've always done it on my shoulders and my upper arm area.

But lately I've been doing it by my forearm, due to lack of space I suppose.

Although the old one from rosewood is somewhat fading away. You can still see them. I've always wondered what would happen if someone saw them.

What would happen to me?

What would the other person do?

"What if Lorenzo saw?" I say to myself.

I'm two days clean. But unfortunately every time I think I'm clean for a fair amount of time, I get the urge to hurt myself again.

I shake the thoughts out and I wear an oversized sweatshirt and matching sweatpants. There baby blue. I head downstairs, I'm craving some soup.

But here's the thing I can't cook.

Like at all.

Lorenzo.

I grab my phone immediately and go to contacts, I go to recent and tap onto Lorenzo's contact information.

It only took two rings before he answers. "Hey Amora, is everything okay?" He asks.

"Hey Lorenzo, are you busy right now?" I asked trying to make my voice sound normal.

"Amora are you okay? You sound funny" he said.

"Can you come home to me, I'm sick and my parents aren't home" there's a moment of silence between us.