Danny.
She's closed the door and went into the bathroom. I kicked the wall.
I don't know what to do,
What to say,
What if I say the wrong thing and hurts her more.
Should I just keep avoiding the subject?
No.
But avoiding it will help her forget, right?
Fuck. I stepped out into the balcony, I looked over the city, having a view of the eye.
I let out a sigh
I looked over at the bathroom door, she's been in there for a while.
"Drea?" I knocked on the door
Nothing.
"Drea? You okay?"
I opened the door, she was sat in the bath with bloody arms And a razor in the ground.
I ran to her and picked her up out of the tub, put a robe on her and took her to the bed i cleaned her arms and looked at her cuts, thank god they weren't deep, I got the first aid kit from the dresser and began wrapping her arm as she watched with tears still streaming down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry Danny" she whispered "but I deserved it, I needed it"
I rubbed my thumb across her cheek, "baby, you don't deserve any of this"
