The stories in my flesh (Sequel to scars)

Part 52

*Hey guys! So the story is coming to an end, I hope you guys liked the chapter. And by the way I am thinking of making a story about Alice to show her story and what happened to her. Will you guys read Alice's story? If you have any comments or anything comment below or simply message me! I will answer!

Anthony's point of view;

I lay on my bed staring at he ceiling thinking. That's all I seem to do now is just think. I can't do anything else but think about Sydney. I feel so empty inside, I know girls think us guys don't feel any pain. But we do. I'm in pain right now, I have never felt this way about anybody before.

Sydney is different you see. Sydney is unique. She's beautiful in her own way, her beauty is so immense because it's not just on the outside it's also in the inside. And it sucks to see that she thinks she's worthless. I wanted to be the one to fix her. I wanted to be the one that truly makes her happy. I wanted to be the one- but I don't think I'll be the one anymore.

There's a soft knock on the door and I get up quickly, what if it's Sydney? But it could also be Macy. And I don't want to see Macy. I peek through the door hole and see Nick standing there. What the hell is HE doing HERE? In MY apartment? I don't open the door I simply turn around and walk to the kitchen.

He knocks again and I simply ignore it and get something to drink. He knows again but this time it's violent, I then remember how angry he easily gets but I don't care. I don't want to see him or talk to him if I open up we will end up in a fight. He keeps knocking and every time it seems to be getting louder. "Open up!" He screams, I hope they call on security to get him out.

I'm about to put my earphones in so I won't have to listen to his screams when he says something that makes me stop, "It's about Sydney." In less than a second I am by the door, "If you care then ope-" before he can finish saying it he doors already opened. "Of course I care."

"Of course." He says, "What's wrong with, Sydney?" I ask. He looks at me straight in the eyes, "She's not okay."

I feel my heart start to race rapidly, "What happened? Is she okay? Is she hurt?" He nods slowly, horrible things start to go through my mind and the first thing that immediately pops in my mind is cutting. Oh what if she- "Did she cut?" I whisper. He shakes his head no, "She didn't. But a few days ago she was about to, I stopped her though."

I feel myself die a little inside, she was going to cut. Again. What if it was because of me? Oh no! "I gotta see her." I say getting my keys, he stops me from leaving. "No listen you have to listen to me first. She's not okay, I think she's gone back to her depression. Her parents found out where we are living." I freeze and look at him, this keeps getting worse by the second. "They tried to take her away but they didn't, the thing is she's a mess right now. It took a while for her to calm down, she fell asleep in exhaustion from crying too much. I'm afraid she will end up doing something bad she kept saying that she wanted to die over and over while she cried. You're the one that can talk to her and make her change her mind. Please, talk to her. I'm scared, I know don't like me and I don't like you either but I care so much about her and I don't want to see her hurt. I don't want to see her in pain."

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Sydney is sleeping when I walk in the room. Her face is red and she's breathing slowly. I kneel beside her bed and grab her hand. She wakes up scared and I hug her immediately, "It's me. It's okay, it's okay." I kiss her head and she hugs me really tight. I feel her body relax and her breathing has increased like she's going to cry.

"Sydney." I say pulling away she looks at me, "Promise me you won't do anything." She opens her mouth like she's about to say something but she doesn't. "Listen, Nick went to see me while ago. He actually went to my apartment, I don't know how he found out where I live the thing is he told me everything. About the razor, your parents, and the things you were saying. Sydney, why didn't you tell me none of this? Why didn't you tell me you were feeling this way? Why Sydney?"

She covers her face and starts to cry, "No, no, don't cry." She uncovers her face filled with tears. "I'm sorry." She chokes out, "I'm sorry for crying so much." She wipes her tears, "You don't have to apologize." I whisper, "I'm just tired Anthony. I'm tired of crying, tired of being weak, tired of everything."

"Are you tired of me?" I ask, "Oh no. How can you say that? I would never get tired of you." I wipe my tears with my fingers, "Do you love me?"

"Of course I do." She whispers, "Would You do anything for me?" I ask, she nods without thinking about it. "Then promise me you will not do anything against your life. Please promise me." She nods sniffling, "I promise."

I give her another hug and close my eyes tight feeling somewhat relieved. But I still don't feel safe leaving her alone here. "How about you come eat dinner with me tonight?" I ask, she nods. "Okay."

"I love you, Sydney." I kiss her forehead and I want to cry right now. I can feel that she's still hurting somehow.

"I love you too, Anthony."