That blue hair'd douch is my dad

Chapter 3

Two paramedics came in and put me on a strecher. I kept insisting I was fine, once we got to the ambulance they taped up my neck and I was allowed to go. My dad and Tristan came running over and hugged me, it slowly became a group/family hug. I never let Tristan go and he never released his grip on me.

"Are you okay?" my dad asked.

"Ya," I said then whispered; "but Tristan help me."

"I will, let's go inside," Tristan said and led me back into the house.

We went up to his room and talked. I sat in Tristans lap and had my head rested on his shoulder. When I began picking at my scars Tristan held my hands apart, he was my best friend and would do anything to help me. Not to mention hansome, with his shaggy blond hair and beautiful brown eyes, too bad he's my cousin. Wait he's not my blood relitive, he's just my cousin because our dads were best friends, that's good because I'm sure I'm falling for him.

"Do you feel better now?" Tristan asked.

"Much, thank you," I said and kissed his cheek.

"Can you handle going down to the kitchen for dinner?" he asked.

"I can try, please don't let me run to my room. If I need to leave I'll tell you. Will you leave with me?" I asked.

"Of course, just tell me," Tristan replied.

I climbed off of Tristans lap and pulled him to his feet. He kept his arm protectivally around my waist and we walked downstairs. When we walked into the kitchen I stopped dead in my tracks and closed my eyes. I felt myself being dragged out of the kitchen and I tried to get away.

"Porce, relax, it's me Tristan. You froze and now were in the livingroom," Tristan said.

"Okay," I replied and relaxed.

I leaned my head on Tristans shoulder and tried to calm myself down. Eventually my dad brought us dinner, I knew that it would take a long time before I was recovered from almost dieing. When Tristan had to go anywhere my dad would take his place, but I prefered Tristan beside me. When I fell asleep I had a nightmere.

I was in the kitchen and I couldn't move, but I could feel the blade being pressed to my neck and another against my thigh. I tried to get away but the grip just got tighter around my neck, I was being chocked as well. I was gasping for breath, I tried to scream but I couldn't make any sound.

"You are worthless, and your only my punching bag. I never loved you," Derek's voice rang in the kitchen and in my head.

I felt the blade slice new cuts in my thigh, then my arm, and finally I felt the blade on my neck get tighter and tighter against my skin.

"PORCELAIN! PORCELAIN WAKE UP!" I heard someone shout; "PLEASE!"

Then I felt myself being shaken, I opened my eyes and saw Tristan and my dad. I took a breath in and it hurt, it felt like I had stopped breathing for quite some time. I began to chock on the air in my lungs, I sat up hoping that would help with my breathing.

"Porcelain, are you okay? What happened?' My dad asked.

"N-nightmere... D-Derek... Knife... choking," I stuttered out.

"You're okay Porce, calm down. You're safe with us, Derek can't hurt you anymore," Tristan said.

Once I regained control of my breathing I hugged Tristan. He picked me up off the couch and carried me upstairs. He set me in my room and I begged him to stay, Tristan said he would be back in ten minutes he just had to change. Tristan left and I realized how long ten minutes is.

MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SELF HARMERS

I sat on the floor and crawled to my scissors, they were still covered in blood from before. I picked them up and pulled up my sleeve. I picked a piece of skin that had faded scars and dragged the blade across my skin. I watched the blood slowly bubble up on my skin and then run off my arm and droplettes hit the floor.

Tristan walked back into my room and ran over to me.

"Porce, why?" he asked.

"I needed a release. I'm sorry, but it helps," I said.

"Fine, but where is your first aid kit? And don't lie, I know you have one," Tristan said as he stood up and began searching.

"It's in my guitar case," I replied.

Tristan quickly found it and quickly cleaned my arm up. He put a few butterfly stitches on it and wraped my arm and fresh cut in gause.

"Porcelain, I thought you wanted to get better," Tristan said.

"I do, I tried so hard all day not to but I got to stressed about Derek," I said.

"We're staying in my room tonight," he said and picked me up.

"Tristan, I'm sorry," I cried.

"Save it, you have to tell your dad tomorrow but promise you'll never do it again," he said

"Ok," I replied.

I knew I wouldn't be able to promise fully, I've tried to stay clean but I have also slipped up before. I couldn't promise fully but I could try.