Stitches //S.Mendes

One

I woke up the next day on the couch. I heard someone knock on the door. I groaned while  lazily stand up and walking slowly over to the door. When I opened the door I saw Jack, my best friend.

"Hey. Shawn told me what happened." He said wrapping me in a tight hug. "You talked to him?" I asked as I hugged him back. "Last night he called me and surprisingly he couldn't stop crying." Jack said with a suspicious look on his face while letting go.

I was completely shocked at Jack's words. The fact that Shawn was crying didn't make sense, after all it was his choice. "What did he say?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. Jack looked like he was hiding something but said "Nothing important, he just regrets what he did to you." Now that definitely didn't made sense yet I didn't say a word and slightly nodded my head.

"How are you?" He asked and sat down on the white leather couch. "There's been better days." I answered feeling his eyes look over to my arms. "What the hell happened to your arms?" His outburst making me flinch as I tried to hide the scars. "I got in a fight." I asked questioning whether or not he would believe me. "What kind of fight?" Jack asked rolling his eyes at the fact that I tried to lie to him.

"A fight with a blade." I sighed letting out the truth, embarrassed of what I did yesterday. "Why would you do that? You know I'm here for you and I'll always be here whenever you need me." He said holding my hands between his. I bitterly chuckled and said "You say that now." Jack ignored my comment and said "We should go out tonight. Go take a shower and I'll pick your outfit." I nodded and made my way to the bathroom.

"Wait, first give me the blade." He said and made sure to follow me up the stairs. We walk into the master bedroom where Shawn and I use to sleep. When Jack and I both enter the bathroom I opened the cabinet above the sink and grab the blade that is wrapped in a tissue and handed to Jack.

He took it and put it on his pocket to later dispose. I stared at the blade knowing that there is still a couple more of those in the garage. "I'll pick your outfit while you're showering." Jack said as he walks out of the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

While waiting for the water to get warm, I undress. After washing my body I put shampoo on my hair and hear a knock on the door. "What do you want?" I impatiently asked. "Your clothes are on the bed, I'll be in the living room." Jack said through the door.

I turn the shower off as soon as he leaves. I grab my towel from the counter and wrap it around my body. I dry off and walk into the bedroom. On my bed laid the outfit Jack picked for me. It was a pair of  white skinny jeans and and red tank top with white sandals.

I quickly put on the clothes and went to the bathroom to brush my hair. I did my hair into a French braid and go in to the living room since I didn't want to wear any makeup.

As I was walking down the stairs I saw a tidy kitchen and living room. "Jack, you didn't have to clean." I said through laughs and he joined in laughing. "Are you ready to go?" He asked while getting up. I nodded my head and out of curiosity asked "Where are we going?" He shrugged and said "Out."

edited on 9/9/15 by seasidemendes