Scarred ✔

one

.one.

A shrill scream traveled through the silent air, and I woke up with a start, almost falling off the bed.

With a frustrated sigh, I glanced at the sleeping girl beside me having one of her nightmares in her sleep - sometimes she was just afraid to sleep at night.

Another sigh escaped my lips as she started squirming in bed, as though held by her wrists, sweat coating her arms; another scream left her mouth, pure agony etched on her face. Closing my eyes for a moment, I automatically slipped my hand in hers, giving it a tight squeeze, and leaned forward to shake her awake.

I felt her arms wrap themselves around me, hugging me tightly, and I kissed her forehead gently when I felt tears falling against my t-shirt. I rubbed her back soothingly, whispering comforting things in her ear.

Suddenly, she pulled away and ran out of the room.

I cursed, hanging my head down, and then followed her to our small kitchen. And there she was, leaning against the kitchen counter, her shoulders shaking, trying to fill water in a glass.

My stomach dropped and I flinched as the glass cup slipped from her hands and crashed down on the ground, smashing into pieces, big and small. Throwing her head back, she groaned in frustration, and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that she was showing some emotions.

But my smile slipped as she picked up the biggest piece of glass with that familiar look on her face.

No . . .

"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed in anger, moving forward and slapping the glass out of her hands.

"Nothing."

I just stared at her in fury.

She was beautiful. There was no doubt about it.

She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever set my eyes on. She had the most beautiful smile, when I got to see that smile. Something about her lured me towards her; but drove me away, too. It was frightening, what I felt for her.

But it wasn't love.

I had loved her, I really did.

But the person standing in front of me wasn't the person I had fallen in love with. That person was different. That person was broken beyond repair.

No one could ever bring the person I loved, back.

The girl in front of me was toxic to me. She drove me crazy, though I didn't show it. She made me very angry: so angry that there were a couple of dents in a wall of the house. The person in front of me was weak.

But she was the one I used to love more than I loved myself . . .

"Why do you do it every time?" she yelled at me.

I clenched my fists, trying to calm myself down. "Do what?"

"Why do you keep up with me? Why don't you let me die? LET ME DIE!" she screamed, and ran her fingers through her hair repeatedly, covering her ears as though she didn't want to hear the words she, herself, said.

"Don't say that," I said sharply, and she sucked in a deep breath, livid eyes staring back at me.

"Why not?" she whispered. "I know it's very tempting . . . Just let me kill myself and everything will be good. I'm keeping you from living your life."

Yes, you are . . .

"No," I said firmly, watching her chest rise and fall heavily.

She just looked at me intently. I knew that she wanted me to deny it. She wanted me to deny the truth: the bitter, sickening, and barbaric truth. But I couldn't. Just a simple yes could break her. It could damage her. And even if I didn't love her, I still cared for her.

"No. I won't allow you to do it. I'm nothing without you."

The look on her face after I said the words she wanted to hear made me sigh with relief; she let go of the piece of glass, ran forward to jump into my arms, almost making me fall down on ground.

"You're my life. I'm nothing without you, too," she smiled.

And that's exactly what I'm afraid of, baby . . .

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