"Oh my god Bella!" Michael exclaimed. He slammed on the brakes and ran to her. He put his hand on her shoulder and she flinched at the touch. "Thank God" Michael said to himself. He began to pick her up when she opened her eyes and started to struggle out of his arms when she realized who it was. All he wanted to do was help. "Bella. It's just me. I'm talking you to the hospital" "She used all her strength to struggle out of his arms and argued " No! No Michael. You're not taking me to the hospital", and you're not going to help me!" He couldn't figure out why she didn't want his help. "Don't you understand? This is my fault. I hung out with you and I got what I deserved. Please just go before you get hurt too." Michael just started at her. Shock, hurt and fear spread across his face. "Bella, who did this to you?" Michael asked. "Michael, please. Just let me go home." She half begged. Full of adrenaline, he grabbed her wrists and held them a little too tightly for Bella's comfort. "Bella, answer me! Who did this to you?" He half yelled. When he squeezed her wrists, she flinched and jerked her hand slightly. When Michael saw Bella glance at her wrists, he looked down at where his hands were attached to her wrists. His facial expression quickly turned to fear, but hesitation. He let go of one hand and began to slowly roll up the sleeve on her other. Bella attempted to pull her arm away but all her strength was lost and Michael was fully focused on seeing what he hoped wasn't there. When he finally had the sleeve and all the bracelets moved, a wave of pain crashed down on him. He understood Bella had a hard life but she didn't deserve this. His eyes looked at every single scar on her wrist. It looked like a battle field full of dead soldiers. He couldn't imagine the pain she went through to do this to herself. His scars were nothing compared to what was in front of him. His eyes met hers and he wanted to say everything running through his head but all he could say was "Bella, why? Please, why?" He felt so stupid but his only focus was Bella. He just wanted her to be ok but he didn't know how to. As he looked at her, she turned her head to the side while tears escaped her eyes. "Michael, please. Just go" she just barely whispered. He wasn't leaving her side. "Bella. Is anyone at your house to help you?" She shook her head lightly in response to his question. She didn't care what he knew anymore. She just wanted to make the pain go away. "Then I'll take you to my house and I'll have a tow truck bring your car to your house later". No. She couldn't go with him. He would get hurt if anyone saw her with him. She couldn't live herself if she knew she caused someone other than herself pain. " you'll," she tried. "You'll get hurt Michael" she breathed. The pain started to become unbearable, but she couldn't go to any health center. Especially not a hospital. If they saw her wrists, sides, or thighs, she would be sent to a therapist and a great deal of other people. And Michael new this. Just as Bella tried to speak, she began to feel light headed. Her vision started to become blurred. She lost enough blood to make her pass out but not enough to kill her. But her body did start to shut down to prevent her from getting hurt again. As her head started to slowly drop, Michael started to pick her up and bring her to his car. As he picked her up, he prepared him self for a normal teenage girls weight, which to him was light as it was, but when he finally picked her up he almost fell because of the surprise he had received. She wasn't heavy. Whatsoever. She was the lightest teenager he had ever picked up. It couldn't be healthy. As he rushed to get her in his car, he immediately knew she starved herself. He put her in the car with as much care and caution as a person could have. As he drove to his house, a bright yellow car parked in the back, caught his attention. He could have sworn he'd seen it before but he shook it off. His main concern was Bella and her health. But the car that he'd seen in the corner of his eye, lived in the back of his mind.
