What Are You So Scared Of?

Chapter 8

The door creeks open as if it's groaning along with me and whoever is at the door enters the closet. The short shadowy figure shuffles into the closet, shutting the door behind them self.

I immediately recognize their perfume, a distinct vanilla that causes my body to get warm and my heart rate to pick up.

Tay curls up next to me, putting her head on my shoulder and I immediately burst into the most pathetic sobs and whimpers I've ever heard leave my mouth. She picks her head up, leaning against the paint chipped wall and pulling my head onto her lap.

"It's okay Jenna.. I'm here now... it's okay..." She faintly whispers as she runs her fingers through my hair, and sobs continue to rip through me.

"Jen... your arms..." she says as she peels back my flannel which was so obviously adhered to my arm with huge blood stains on both sides.

I don't even have the strength to pull them away from her, instead I sniffle a little and try to pull myself together. I'm not a crier and Tay knows that, so not being able to keep my composure is speaking for itself.

"Ta-y" I hiccup in a lame attempt to talk to her. "Jenna no, no it's okay, I know you're going to try and apologize but this is all my fault and I'm so fucking sorry Jen I'm so fucking sorry" she says, and I just cuddle closer into her lap, as if I could hide here forever.

A/N
sorry it took me so long to update and that this is so short, schools out and I've been so busy this summer and blah blah blah yeah. I'll try & update more often as I've finally figured out (sorta) where I want to go with this!!!