Their Year (Aphmau Fanfic) {re-made}

"A clean cut" part 1 (Chapter 10)

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"Katelyns pov"
I take the steps up to Lucindas door with a proud and cocky attitude. I had won a bet with her or more I broke her record in how many cookies I can eat. She beat me with 20 I was now able to eat 26 and I'm not wasting any time to make fun of her. I loud and clearly knock on the door even tho there is a bell. There's no answer and I know she's home since she made a post on bloxagram ten minutes ago about her getting ready to watch a movie. I decide to turn the handle and surprisingly it opened thats not like Lucinda.. Her door is always locked. I walk in and start looking for her.
"Lucinda, ay where are you?" I yelled from her living room. Examining the ice cream and soda on her living room table. And then I hear a sharp yell from the kitchen and it belongs to Lucinda.

I run to the kitchen almost falling on the way in. Lucinda jerks her head in my direction and throws something she held in her hand onto her table.
"Hey, you screamed what-" her arm, her arm is covered in blood the thing she threw on the table was a knife.. covered in blood. I clenched my fists togheter immediately putting the two dots together list to Lucinda stuttering.
"Katelyn i- It's not what- I was just.. Please don't tell anyone.." Her voice shakes in the end as she grips the part of her wrist I guess the blood Is coming from. What do I do with this, what is she doing what happened to make her why did she..
"Lucinda where do you keep your bandages?.." My voice is calm but it's still alarming and shaking.

Lucinda eyes one of the cabinets some tears falling down almost looking like it's burning her. I open the cabinet and pulled out a med kit, I turned to Lucinda who was now in a pool of tears her eyes meet mine making her look away in shame and it hurts me badly. What happened to make her do this why would she..

Lucinda sat down on one of the chairs in her kitchen and I began wiping away the blood staining her wrist Lucinda wasn't making noises she never made noises when she cried never made herself heard she just silently sat there as I carefully binded her wrist with bandages when i finished up her mascara was completely gone spread and smudged all over her face and she's not crying anymore she's just staring down at her now bandaged wrist. Her shaking bandaged wrist.

"Why did you do it?" I softly ask her not forcefully in a way that's telling her she has a choice to tell her or not to.
"I don't know.. I was tierd and cutting some chocolate for my ice cream and I- I don't know.." Her voice was still shaky but her eyes were still empty almost scarily empty.
"Please don't tell anyone, please." Her hands clenched themselfs and her eyes looked at me now panicked full with panic.
"Lucinda you need help." I narrow my eyebrows sadly looking into her eyes deeply I want her too know that I love her she's almost like my sister but how do I tell her without making it sound like I'm making it about me.
"I can't.." She says almost making it sound like a whimper.
"Yes you can Lucinda-"

"I can't! Please just leave me alone!" She snaps standing up in an savage matter from her chair pointing to the hallway anger but still full with sadness.
"Lucinda.." I stand up confused she's never been this angry with me before sure she's been angry but never in this savage matter. Never in a way that's made me be taken a back. But there's nothing I can do to help her and I know that the last thing I do before leaving is grab all of the dangerous knifes and taking them with me stupid yes smart maybe?

"Lucindas pov"
I sit there as Katelyn leaves with all of my knifes stupid probably caring definitely. I stare at my wrist now bandaged and I sit there I sit there completely emotionless not making a single movement how can I ask for help.. A therapist is completely out of the question since I'd probably have to out Aaron and his family and explain everything I'd have promised to secrecy the secrets Aaron and Mr Lycan. What do I do what is that question i know what too do.

I need to talk to them to the people who share my secrets to the people who will be able to relate to me people who can help me wipe those last ounces of blood up that blood that still rests in snow