- Hi you must be Samantha? - He said smiling.
- Yes I am... And you are....? - I said waiting for him saying his name. -
He was about to answer my question when my mom came in.
- Hey you must be Kian, Jake's best friend. - She said smiling at him. - Please come in, Jake went to groceries he must be arriving.
He came in and my mother was showing him the room where he was staying. E unpacked is things and I went to my room again. I stayed there the rest of the day.
(...)
It's 8pm and my mom called me to dinner. I went downstair to my kitchen. They were all at the table, they were probably waiting for me. I sat on the only available seat in front of Kian. I was eating when my phone rang. I went to see and had a message from an unknown number. I open the message and says "Samantha how are ya? I hear you crying in the bathroom yesterday ahahah what a loser. A girl like you NEVER gonna have a boyfriend. You're the ugliest girl I ever seen and I'm not the only one who thinks that. Well I hope you'll get better byee xo". Tears were rolling over my face, but I think no one notice.
I just stand up and I heard my mom saying something that I don't realize what it was. I just went running into my room and started to cry... a lot. They were right, I'm a loser. A girl that no one wants. I hated myself so much at this point that I just grabbed my blade and cut my arm. I was sitting on the floor in a corner of my room with a towel full of blood. I was starting to get weak when suddenly someone walks into the room.
- Are you okay? - The person asked.
- Who are you? - I said with a tearful voice and the person approaches me grabbing my arm. -
- Calm down it's just me, Kian. - He said quietly. - Why do you do this to yourself?
I didn't responde.
-You can trust me. - He said. - C'mon.
He said and then raised me up to my bathroom, making me sit on the toilet. I sat down and he began to treat each one of my cuts, I didn't do many but they were a bit deep. I never saw anyone worried about me like this. I was watching everything single move that he was doing. He was doing everything so carefully to not hurt me. When he just washed my arm (which was previously covered in blood) and put a bandage around them, he asked me again why I cut myself.
- I'm just not good enough. - I finally admitted to him. -
- Why do you say that? - He asked. -
- It's hard to explain why.
- I have time. - He said. -
- I sighed. - My thoughts tell me that nobody wants me around. That I'm unimportant and useless. They judge me before they even know me. That's why I'm better alone. And people at school prove it. They say that I'm not worth it and laugh at me because I'm always alone, never had a boyfriend and it's true. Because let's be honest who's going to love a fucked up depressed girl who hates herself and cuts her skin like me? - I said crying.
Kian didn't said anything, he wiped my tears with your thumbs and then kissed my forehead. He was so nice to me, I just met him today and it's like I known him forever.
- Why are you so nice to me? - I asked him.
-I just can't stand seeing other people sad, suicidal and depressed. - He hugged me.- Everything is going to be okay, just stay strong.
He finished those words and I smiled, yes I smiled. I finally all this time I finally smiled and it wasn't forced at all. He makes me feel good. When he hugged me I felt safe. I can't explain what it was, I just felt it. Like I never felt it in a long time.
