A Gentle Touch (Sawyer Fredericks Fanfiction)

Chapter Ten

Violet's POV

I shot up in bed. I had another nightmare. This one was bad. This one was triggering. I looked at my clock. It read 2:53. Nobody would be up at this hour. I haven't cut in so long. It would be hard to get my oxygen tank downstairs. I rolled it out into the hallway and took out the cannula. I'm sure I could breathe for five or ten minutes. When I went to set down the cannula it slipped out of my hand and I dropped it. Sawyer's room was right across from me and I heard him move.

"Violet?" He whispered groggily.

"I'm ok. Just getting water."

I saw him shrug and lay back down. That was close. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed my boots, my coat, and a knife. I went to the back of the house so I wouldn't be to far and pulled up my sleeve. I started tracing long lines on my arm with my finger. I hadn't cut for so long and I was nervous. I finally got the courage and sliced a deep line across my forearm. I slit my wrist a couple times and etched three words in my arm. Loser, Freak, and Coward. I was about to start the next arm when the porch light turned on.

"Shit" I mumbled to myself. I pulled down my shirt sleeve and threw the knife.

"Violet?" It was Sawyer. "Are you ok? What are you doing out here? It's freezing!"

"I just needed some air." I told him.

"You're lying." He said.

"How could you possibly tell?" I said nervously.

"Because if you needed some air, you would have had your oxygen with you." He said holding up my tank.

He set it on the ground next to me and handed me my cannula. I reached out to grab it and I put it in when I heard him gasp.

"Violet is that blood?" He whisper yelled.

Fuck. Of course I had a white shirt on.

"What happened. Here let me see."

He went to grab my arm but I yanked it away.

"No."

He looked at me shocked and I tried to run but he grabbed my arm. It wasn't the bleeding one, but he had a really tight grip. It was a grip that was all to familiar, and I went back to the place with the man who had killed my parents. I fell to the ground.

"NO I'M SORRY PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" I screamed. Tears starting to fall.

I felt the grip release when I heard sniffling. I turned to see Sawyer standing there shell shocked. He was starting to cry.

"V-Violet, I'm sorry I, I didn't mean to hurt you. I would n-never hurt you! I'm so sorry. I'm just worried Violet."

"No I'm sorry. It was just, well, the man who killed my parents, h- he um, his hold was just really similar is all."

Sawyer came and knelt down next to me. He took my hands and planted a small kiss on my forehead.

"May I please see your arm."

"If you look you'll hate me."

The look he gave me then was a look of pure knowledge. Knowledge and understanding.

"You cut yourself." He stated plainly.

I didn't respond.

"Violet where is the blade."

Still no answer.

"Violet Evangeline Arabella Fredericks you tell me where that fucking blade is now." He said with more force.