cuts ➳ l.h.

Prologue

He stood there, in my doorway eyes gawked at the red flowing down my wrist. "What the fuck do you want Luke?" I squeaked out my tears rushing down my face. "I was coming to ask if you wanted to come with us to the movies." He managed to speak but still staring at my wrist.

"Bullshit Luke. You came in to bully me. It's been like that the past thirteen years now." I sob picking the razor back up about to make another slit when he screams, "Don't! Please!" "This what you wanted Luke. You wanted me dead." I scream back at him, more tears flushing my face. "No you were always the sister I wanted. I never meant anything I said." He mumbles fighting back the tears.

"What's going on in here?" Michael questions looking at the sobbing boy in my door. "Oh look it's drama queen. What's wrong with your wrist." He questions sarcastically. "Nothing." I mumble hiding the marks and wiping away the tears. "Luke don't fall for it. It's just make up on her wrist. She does it for attention probably." He rolls his eyes putting his arm on Luke's shoulder. "No Michael she doesn't. She does it because of us. She does it because we make her feel like shit." Luke argues, his face growing red with anger.

"No it's fake now let's go. I want to get there before the movies over." He scoffs and walks away. Luke starts to walk over to me but I stop him. "No please go away. Don't hurt me." I plea but it doesn't work. He sits next to me tears flowing out of his eyes. "Can I see them."
"What?"
"Your scars."
"Why."
"Because I want to count the times I wasn't there for you when I should've been." He sniffles. "Please trust me." I shove out my arm for him to gaze over. "Oh my god. Lacey I'm so sorry. This isn't fair. While I was laughing about bullying you, you were sitting here crying your eyes our slitting your wrists." "There's more." I mumble and lift up my shirt exposing hundreds of scars from the sharp razor I call my friend.

He just gasps making me feel even more worse and causing me to cry even more. "Come here." He says. I crawl over to him and sit on his lap while he cradles me to his chest rocking me back in forth whispering 'it's okay.' 'You're gonna be fine.' "Luke I'm so sorry." I whimper out drying more tears. "What are you sorry for I shou-" he starts but I cut him off. "For not being perfect, pretty, popular enough for you liking." "Lacey Clifford you are perfect. I'm sorry for making you do this. No one deserves this. I didn't even know." He says playing with my hair. "Please stop Luke. This isn't right. I need Jordan. Not you." I say getting off his lap but he grabs my waist he touches our foreheads and noses. His blue eyes suddenly turned a sad gray shade.