Maiahs POV
I woke up earlier than Vic surprisingly. I played with the hair on the back of his head, and gently massaged the back of his head. I rolled up his sleeve to expose his wrists, and I gasped. I seen cuts. I started to cry. I can't believe he was like me. Some looked new/fresh. I apparently started to cry really loud, because Vic woke up. I looked at him, and he looked at me terrified. I lifted up his arm to show him. He closed his eyes and I seen a tear escape from his eye. I used my thumb to wipe it away. I cut awhile ago, and the scars basically went away. I only cut on the wrist a few times, they were mostly on my stomach, higher on my arms, and my legs. Higher up, of course. I sat up and tapped on Vic. He opened his eyes and I could see a lot of tears falling from them. I lifted up my shirt, revealing my scars. Vic sat up and pulled me closer to him. He leaned over a little bit, and kissed each and every one of my scars. Even the newest ones. He leaned back and pulled me into a hug. We sat there crying to each other.
"Maiah. You're beautiful, okay? I don't want you to do this to yourself ever again. It pains me to see this. I love you too much to see you do this again. Okay? I love you Maiah. More than I've ever loved anyone." He said still hugging me. I cried a little louder and he rubbed my back soothing me. I felt safe with him. I like could tell him anything. Unlike Matt. I had to be careful with what I said or else he would hit me. He was the one that made me start cutting. Vic was different. He cared more about me more than Matt ever did. I shook at the thought of him and I hugged Vic even tighter.
"Vic? Can I tell you why I started to cut? If I do, will you do the same?" I said through tears.
"Of course." He said as we unhooked from each other.
"Okay. But you'll have to promise me you won't hit or hurt me when I tell you."
"Why would I?" He asked concerned.
"Well. Matt used to hurt me when I told him something that made me cry. Like if I scraped my knee, he would hit me and tell me to shut up because he didn't care." He hugged me again. Tighter than he has ever hugged me before. He leaned back.
"I would NEVER think to do that, Maiah. I love you more than anything else in the world. If I EVER seen Matt I will pound him. I can't stand to see you hurt emotionally. I love everything that comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours. You are interesting. I love learning things about you. Even the bad, so we can recreate those memories, the way they are supposed to be remembered." He said.
He kissed me, and I kissed him back (duh!) I twirled his hair in my fingers. He rubbed my back, and massaged the back of my head. I hugged him tightly. Not any space between us. I let out a few tears. Happy tears. He was right; we are recreating bad memories. But, we made them a whole lot better. We finally pulled back, and I looked him in the eye.
"Thank you."
"For?" He asked.
"Making me feel a whole lot better about telling you about why I started cutting." He smiled and pecked my lips.
"No problem. I'd do anything for you." We both smiled.
"Okay. It started in 6th grade, when I met Matt. He seemed like such a nice boy. We never dated, until about last year. He was my best friend through all those years. Never had one fight. After we started dating, he became a real dumb ass bitch. He got really mean and made me feel ugly. I hated myself. I don't know why I stayed with him since he caused me so much pain, but I did. It only got worse. He called me and when we were about to hang up he said, "bye ugly ass bitch." I knew he wasn't kidding. After I hung up, I cried. I couldn't take it anymore. I cut and cut and cut. Over and over again until I passed out. I showed him and he laughed and punched me. It got worse. Once, he punched me, and kicked me until I almost bled to death. That's why I started to cut. What about you?" I finished. He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me over and over and over again. He rubbed my back. I started to cry because of how much he cared. Matt never did. Vic never laughed. He started to cry. He loved me. Matt literally hated me.
"I star-" I cut him off and I kissed him. I wanted to show him that I loved him just as much as he loved me. I hugged him tight. We sat there in silence as we hugged, and kissed. It made me feel good. We pulled apart, and I wiped a tear from his cheek.
"I love you Vic. More than words can describe. You actually care about me. Matt didn't. You make me feel better, where as Matt made me feel worse. I feel fireworks when we kiss. I love you Vic." I started to cry a happy cry. So did Vic. I pulled him into another hug. He sat there and cried for a few minutes before Vic began to speak.
"I started because I would get made fun of a lot. I didn't have any friends. My brother was my friend but I'm talking about true friends. Anyway, I couldn't take it anymore. I cut for about 4 years. I was actually going to take my life the night I met you. But, you made me happy. I couldn't do that to someone I loved very much." He wiped the tear from my cheek. I felt good knowing I saved someone from taking their own life. I kissed him once more before laying down and falling asleep.
~~~~Authors note!~~~~
Sorry that was so long, and sad. Rate! Bye!
