Sweet Escape

Chapter 6

Bruce's death led to Lydia to fall into depression. Lydia was eleven when he died and she blocked out the world. She even blocked out me. I protected her as much as I could. I couldn't stop her self harm, that really hurt me the most.

Ever since she blocked me out she made her connection with me very limited. At the moment it's on the verge of being almost gone and I need to repair our relationship in the most subtle way I can. I don't want to loose another person like I did with Paris.

I decided that I am going to visit Lydia's room for the first time in a long time. As I pop in the bedroom I recognize the pink walls and white furniture.

I notice Lydia on her bed typing something up on google drive. As I observe her body I notice scars and cuts long her body. There was one cut that spelled out unwanted. I never realized how bad she has gotten from not having anyone there for her.
I also noticed that Lydia was skinner than the normal teenager should be.

Lydia began to put her laptop away and crawled back into bed again and cried a bit. Not sobs. Just silent tears that ran down her cheeks and into the parting of her lips.

I stood on the side of her bed and took my two hands and pressed them against her heart. Doing this makes the pain and pressure go away for a while.

As soon as I touched her she shot up
"Who's there?"
Lydia slowly stepped out of her bed and looked around her room before going to the bathroom and wiping away mascara.

After throwing away the dirty makeup wipe she stood facing the mirror and went for a small razor. She picked up the blade but I opened up her hand so it would drop back into the sink. She stood there very confused.

I tried to put thoughts in her head to make her put some kind of healing cream on her cuts. Unknowingly she took my suggestion. She got out gauze and neosporin.

As Lydia covered her arms and legs in gauze I decided to go see how her mother is. Luke told me that Tracey is very worried and feels helpless about Lydia. As I enter the kitchen Tracey is sitting with her hands in her face sobbing. As each couple tears fall I could hear her whisper "why."

There was so much pain and emotion going on in this house. I just don't understand how the death of Bruce made Lydia hate herself.

There must be something else going on. And I need to find out now.