Relax, Babygirl. (Cody Herbinko)

Chapter One- Smoking.

I knocked on the door of Cody's house... I would just burst in like a regular person would do to their best friend of almost 12 years, but hell, I'm not that assertive.

"Katherine! Come on in.. Cody is in his room," she smiles at me. "Do you want tea... Or a towel?" She points out my wet hair.

It happened to be raining outside, so I was cold, even in my longsleeve shirt, and light blue skinny jeans.

"No, thank you, I plan on just torturing Cody with it," I smile. I go to his door and knock on his door. I knocked the same pattern as we had made up when we were 10.

"Come on in, Kat," I open the door the weeknd playing, and him sitting on tumblr.

I sit on the bed, flipping my hair on his shirtless body.

"Kat!" He pushes me away as I grab on to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a dark red lipstick stain.

"It suits you," I smirk, losing the faint smile as I itch my wrists.

"Are they okay?" He grabs my left wrist, pulling the sleeve up, examining the less-than-fresh cigarette-burn marks.

"Slightly.." I sigh. Getting sad.

"I can't believe you ever did this to yourself... My little potato chip," I earned that nickname by my last name -Lays- after all the boys in elementary school made fun of it.

"As long as you're around, I won't do it again," I hug him. He's the only thing in this world that makes me happy... Other than tea and music.

"Good," I can tell he's smiling. I played with the rings on his finger while he began to watch Harry edits on vine.

"I'm gonna smoke out your window, okay?" I confirm.

"I wish you wouldn't" he whines.

"Don't worry.. The smell will stay outside," I smile.

"No- I don't give a fuck about the smell. I'm saying I wish you wouldn't smoke in general. It's bad for you," he groans, flipping over on his bed.

"It's fine. So can I?" I cock my head.

"Fine whatever," I set a chair down by the window, and he opens bedside table, throwing my pack at me.

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It was around 9:30 pm.

Cody had been in the shower, for an hour. But my mind was clouded by emotion. Sadness. My breathing became heavier, and I was shaking like crazy.

I don't have a reason to be depressed. Sadness is something that comes to me. Like a mental block in my head that I cannot go without. And I wish it wasn't there. You see, when I self harm, using a razor, or a lighter, or even a cigarette, the pain shocks me so much, my body goes numb, my mind goes blank. No emotion. No sadness. Just pain. Which is worth it. I would do anything to get away from it. Even kill myself.

I rushed to my cigarettes to put one in my mouth. 

"Relax, babygirl," I heard his beautiful voice behind me, and his large hand on my shoulder.