Dylan & Ally's Immortal Love #Wattys2015

Chapter 21: Messed Up Shiz.

Chapter: 21
I was silent the whole time, only tears rolling silently down my face.

"It's okay," Dylan said slowly.

I didn't respond, mostly because I didn't know what to say. I winced a bit as the needle pierced through my arm's skin.

"Sorry," he whispered, still working on my hand.

Somehow, he got into my room when I was talking to Ryder... When he saw the blood on the floor from my hand, he immediately knew that I harmed myself. He soothed me a bit after I cried my heart out on him, and now he is stitching my wound.

"You're not mad?" I spoke for the first time in an hour and a half.

He looked at me, his face softening. "Of course not!" He spoke, "it is okay, we will stitch this up, and you will be fine."

His mother is also a nurse, along with mom. My mother met his in high school, and ever since they haven't been separated. When mom met dad in college, he introduced her to his best friend, who is now Dylan's father.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"There's nothing to apologize for, Ally!"

"I didn't mean to cut this deep."

"It's okay, it was an accident! And I'm here to help you."

You may be wondering why I didn't go to the hospital... Do you know what they would do? They would send me to a psychiatric hospital, and I will never step in that place ever again.

Yes, I was admitted to it when Adrian passed away... I've been taking medication for depression since the fifth grade, the first time I harmed myself... What a shame for someone so young, to have to face that. The first time I cut, wasn't when Adrian left this world, it was before, when my bullying increased enormously. Before the fifth grade, it was only pushing in the hallway, stealing home works, knocking off my glasses and tugging at my pony tail, along with teasing. But after that, it turned into swears and cusses, pranks, and physical contact like punching, pinching, slapping, and tugging at my hair turned into actual pulling, ripping my homework, and all the embarrassing hurtful things that could be said and done. I fell into depression, and was the first time I self harmed... My parents found out, sent me to a doctor who gave me medication and forced me to visit him every two days... Lets just say, I spent years being tortured. When I started to get better, Adrian happened, and then everything went back to hell.

"I don't want to get sent to the hospital again," I sobbed.

"You won't. No one will know about this, it will be our secret," he smiled in an attempt to calm me down.

"Not even our friends will know, okay?"

He nodded, "don't worry."

After a bit, he finished stitching my hand, putting a huge band aid to cover it. "Thanks," I said.

"Don't," he shrugged, then pulled me into a hug.

"I'm lucky to have you," I buried my face in his neck, wetting his hoodie with my tears.

"Me too," he caressed my back gently. "I hate seeing you like this."

I pulled away, sniffling and wiping away my tears. "I'm okay, don't worry about me," I managed a smile.

He looked at me for a long time, "I know you aren't, but I promise you will be. I am here for you, and I will never leave!"

I felt like crying again, but I kept the smile on even with the tears rolling down, "I am fine, I'm great. There's no reason to get sad, it happened a year ago, I will be fine!" I broke down crying, again.