Charlene was in her bathroom again. She hadn't been eating very much in the past few days, making what she was doing easier, but harder at the same time.
She got up, wiped her face, brushed her teeth, and washed her hands. To her, it was starting to feel more and more normal, but at the same time she didn't feel right about it.
Once she was done washing her hands, she walked out and went back to the couch in the living room.
A few seconds after she sat down she heard the door bell ring. She went to see who it was.
She could see Drake through the peep hole. She was surprised to be able to tell them apart. Their faces were almost exactly the same. Drakes hair was longer and he wore glasses, Ty opted to get contacts.
She opens the door and looks lifts her head up to look at him.
"Hi, Drake." She sounded sick. He could smell it in her breath still. He knew what was going on here.
"Hey, Charlene," He half smiled at her, "Can I come in."
She just nods and moves aside for him to come in.
He goes to sit on the couch and she follows, shutting the front door.
"So." She says sitting on the opposite end of the couch as him.
"So." He says looking down at his hands, they are folded on his lap. "Ty told me what he did."
"Oh," She could feel the tears starting up again. "He did."
"Yea," He thought for a second. "Can I see your arm for a second?"
"I'm not cutting myself, Drake. I swear." She looks at him and a lone tear travels down her cheek.
"I know, I believe you. Just let me see it."
She hesitates, but them gives him her arm. He takes hold of her wrist and pulls a permanent marker from his pocket.
"What are you doing?" She asks looking down at his hand on her wrist.
"You'll see, hold on."
He pulls the cap off and starts writing.
She sees what it says and smiles as another tear rolls down.
"You're Better Than This"
"You are so beautiful Charlene. Please don't let anybody tell you different."
"Thank you, Drake." she says and hugs him.
He holds her in his arms until they fall asleep.
