Why Dont You Notice Me - FINISHED

He knows

He looked hurt. I shook my head. "I...can't!" I stood up and walked away. He grabbed my hand. "Why?"

I wanted to tell him everything! I wanted to say that my father hit me and was an alcoholic. That my father was crazy. That I cut. That my father was ruining my life.
My father this my father that, blah blah blah.

But I couldn't.

I backed away and then ran. Tears streamed out of my eyes. I heard Liam yell my name. But I kept running.

I locked the door behind me and curled up on the floor. I took a knife and cut. Cursing myself for not telling him. Why the hell was I doing this to myself? Why was I dooming myself to this painful life?
Sobbing, I dropped the knife and buried my head inside my arms.

Someone knocked on my door. "Go away!" I sniffed. "it's me Quentin." Surprised I wiped my tears away. Why was he here? Didn't he hate me? "What do you want?"

"To apologize. I'm really sorry, please let me in." I shook my head. "Go away." "What are you hiding that's so darn big that you can't tell us?" I took in a deep breath.

"Quentin I'm asking nicely...Go! Away!" I could hear him waiting for me to open the door. "Are...are you crying?" "What no!" I said in a squeaky voice.

"If you don't open this door then I'll bust it open." I gulped, dad would have my ass if that happened. "I'll meet you outside." "Alright."

I changed my shirt and put a bandage on my cuts. Then I walked outside.

He was waiting by a tree. He looked up at me. I couldn't meet his eyes so I just scratched the back of my head. "Luna. I want you to answer carefully! What are you hiding?" "Nothing!" "Your voice goes higher when your hiding something." how the fuck would he know that.

"It does not!" "Does too." "Does not!" "Does too." "Does not!" "does too."

I glared at him. "I'm not hiding anything!" "I'll believe that when I see it for myself!" Then his eyes widened as if he suddenly understood something.

He grabbed my hand. "Hey! Get off! Let me go you weirdo!" He pulled down my sleeves and saw the bandages." He let me go and rubbed his fore head.

"You cut." He said finally. "I don't!" "You do. I know because I'm a cutter to." He lifted up his sleeves to reveal a bandage just like mine.

I gasped. "How long?!" "As long as I can remember." "Me to." He lifted up my chin. "I'm here for you Luna."

He was showing kindness for once, and I wanted more of it.

I smiled. "Thanks Quentin." He nodded. He turned to leave.

"Wait!" "Yes?"

"See you tomorrow?"

Silence.

"yeah. See you tomorrow."