Chapter 6

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    I rush through the door just now realizing I have streaks of wet tears running down my face. Of course my mom isn't home, she never is when I need her. I run up the stairs into my room and yank open my drawers until I open the one with my secret container. I rip it open and investigate the sharp metal in between my finger tips.

    "You're such a fuck up"

    "You're so ugly"

    "No one will ever love you"

    These thoughts swirl around my head at a dizzying pace until I silence them with a swift motion, dragging my blade along my wrist. It stings but it's a good pain, a sweet relief from my own thoughts attacking me. I make 3 more cuts and lean my head back against the counter breaking into a new fit of sobs.

    I hear a gasp and turn around panicked as ever throwing my wrist behind my back. I slowly turn to face whoever it is and want to break down at the sight of Ashton. He turns to me, eyes full of worry.

    "Where did all this blood come from, did you fall?" He asks. Eyes traveling around the bathroom, landing on something. I turn and see my freshly coated blade. His face twists into an emotion I can't quite figure out.

"Show me your wrists." He says with a strange and new indifference to me.

I slowly raise my shaking arms and look away embarrassed. He grabs my arms and tells me to sit on the toilet his voice slightly softening. I follow his directions and sit with my eyes still on the floor. He looks through the cabinet and brings out some bandages.

He begins wrapping up my arms, looks up at me, and says one simple word; "Why?"

I shrug my shoulder and keep my eyes locked on the floor trying not to break down. I feel him stop wrapping and I put my arms down in my lap. I feel one of his fingers pull my chin up, making me look him in the eye, mine starting to fill with tears. His eyes have softened completely and he looks like he's going to cry too. My tears start to overflow and I feel fresh streams running down my face, he swiftly wipes them away still holding my face in his hands. I can smell the lingering mint on his breath mixed with his cologne.

I look down at his lips and then I realize, he has a super model girlfriend why would he want me. I start crying even harder, sobs hitting me like a tsunami.

"Hey, why are you crying? What's wrong?" He asks worry lacing his tone.

"Because no one will ever want me, I will never compare to the people like Elizabeth in this world." The truth in this statement hit me like a ton of bricks.

"How do you not compare, what's so good about her that you aren't?" He asks in all seriousness.

I laugh at his question because it's so obvious. "Look at her, she's beautiful."

"Who said you aren't?" His statement takes me off guard and I pause for a minute soaking up his words. "People like her are beautiful on the outside yes, but you on the other hand are kind and sweet." Ouch, I thought he was going to call me beautiful but I got nice.

"Ashton please leave I'm going to bed now." I said with a undertone of anger.

"What just happened? I thought we were having a conversation?" He throws back.

"We were and I don't want to talk to you anymore please leave."

"What did I do?" He asks, hurt evident in his eyes.

"You basically just said I'm ugly but I make up for it by being nice."

"No that's not what I said" he began to get frustrated.

"I know what you meant Ashton, now please leave."

"Chloe, listen to me"

"Ashton leave I don't want you to see me cry anymore."

"Let me help you"

"No just leave." I yell.

"Fine." He begins to walk out and I start sobbing. Two seconds later he rushed back in the room and leans down to where I'm laying on the bed and whispers "let me tell you what I meant."

He leans all the way down and presses his lips against my own. It takes me a minute to process what's happening but as soon as I do I push him back.

"You have a girlfriend" I say out of breath. His eyes light up like he had completely forgotten this and runs out of my room.

"Why do I want to do that again?" I talk to myself.

" I don't know but I do too." He says making me scream because I thought he left.

"What" is the only thought racing around my head.

    A/N thanks for reading if you are😂 I'm sorry for like taking ten years to update, my bad. Love you guys though please vote and such. I'll start updating once I week now. Comment a day if you want😂 and if no one comments I'll just pick a day cause only like 3 people actually read this. Anyway thanks again.
 
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               -maddie💜💜

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