"Stay still." Luke said. "I can't sit still, you of all people should know that. Mostly now that you're cleaning my cuts." I said through clenched teeth. "I know, I know. Just stay still. I'm almost done. There are still a bunch more. You're the one who did this to yourself." After more pain from Luke cleaning my arm, he finally finished. "Emma, you don't understand that when you cut, it hurts everyone that cares about you. Imagine that each cut you make on your arm, you're cutting your parents, you're cutting your friends, you're cutting, me." "None of these people care Luke. They don't care about me at all. They never ask me if I'm not feeling well, they never ask me if I'm okay. And you're the only one that does. But you. I can't even look at you. I thought you cared about me but now I know that you don't. I'm sorry Luke. Can you just get out for a second? Please?" "Emma, I, I -" "Luke get out." "No, I need to make sure you're okay." "Do I look okay? I'm fine. Get the fuck out of my room. "Okay, um, I'll be right back. I'm going to get you some tea." "No one understands. No one." I thought.
Silence filled the room. I think about what he said. What was he talking about? I had no friends. My parents put me up for adoption. My adoptive parents just abandoned me. No one cares. All they do is yell at me to be better. They want me to be this perfect girl that im not. They all just make me feel like shit. And Luke? He just made matters worse. He broke my heart but I still love him with every broken piece of it. The problem was he didn't love me back. I was so positive that when he came to save me, he would love me back and everything would be fine. But life is cruel. Shit happens. I wish he didn't come and save me and just leave me to rot.
