Life hadn't been too good for me for the last four years, but he made it better. My best friend Trenton. He was tall, about 5'11, only an inch taller than me. He had blondish brownish hair that framed his face perfectly. He had big blue eyes, and the whitest smile ive ever seen. He was seventeen. Only a year older than me. He was amazing, and I admit I fell for him. When I was with him he made me feel so happy. The pain was gone when i was around him. We were at church one day sitting on this ramp. We sat close to each other and we were just talking and laughing. Everything was perfect. Until Anna came up to us. Anna was a six year old trouble child, and she never cared who she tortured she just liked to torture them. We were just sitting there talking and Anna came and kicked our pop over. "Anna just go back inside," I sighed. "No!" She yelled and as she yelled she crushed the Swiss roll she was eating and threw it at us. Trenton was pissed. I felt the anger radiate off him as he started to get up. I grabbed his arm, pulled him back down and wrapped my arms around him. "ANNA, GO!" I screamed furiously. She ran away laughing and I still held onto Trenton making sure he wouldn't leave. I looked up at his face and could see he was pissed. "I want to kick her in the face!" He said angrily. "Trenton.. You don't mean that." "I know," He replied. He looked down at me and his mood suddenly changed. He had this look of peacefulness. I let go of him an he stood up commanding me to do the same. We got off the ramp and stood there. I wiped smashed Swiss roll off his face and smiled at him. He just looked at me and started wiping some out of my hair. "Oh you got some on your jacket." He said, as he started brushing it off. He sighed in frustration not being able to get it all off. "Just take your jacket off." He said.
"Oh. Um no, it's okay I'll wash my jacket when I get home."
"Kida just let me see your jacket." He looked at me worriedly. If I take my jacket off he'll see my cuts.. I thought sadly. I can't. I don't want to lose him. If he sees my scars he'll never talk to me again. "I cant." i stated. "why not?" he questioned. "I just cant."
"kida, please.." I looked up at him as he still stared at me waiting. I started to unzip my jacket and as I did he started helping me take it off. As soon as the sleeves slipped off my arms I brought them to my chest an crossed them tightly. I watched as he cleaned my jacket off. He sat it on the ramp as he noticed I had more in my hair. He asked me to turn around and I did. He gently tugged at my hair trying to get most of it out. After he was done he turned me around to face him. He grabbed my shoulders and stared down at me. I looked over at my jacket worriedly and I could tell he knew something was up. He put a finger under my chin and tilted my face up trying to make me look at him, but I closed my eyes and fought off the tears. He knew. "Kida, look at me," he begged. I opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful blue ones and tried not to cry. "Why didn't you wanna take your jacket off?"
"I don't know." I replied. Tightening my arms to my chest. He looked down and then back up. "Do you cut?" He questioned me sadly. I just stared at the ground as my tears started to fall. "No. Don't do that." He pulled me closer to him, but I couldn't look at him. "You don't need to do that to yourself. You're a good person." Then to ruin the moment my friend josh came over and just stood there. Trenton grabbed my jacket and held up for me so I could slide my arms in. I was careful and I slide my arms in quickly before he could see my cuts. Just because he knew didn't mean I wanted him to see.. As I slipped my arms in he pulled my hair out from underneath my jacket and hugged me. "Let's go hang out with Alex and the group." Josh said awkwardly knowing he was interrupting something. The rest of the night was terrible. Trenton didn't look me in the eyes at all after that. He avoided my eye contact at all costs. "Time to come inside!" Someone screamed and everyone started moving towards the door except Trenton. He never stayed for service, he always walked home when it started. He started to walk off and I stopped him. "Bye." I said irritated. He just sloppily waved over his shoulder and kept moving. I just stood there sadly, and watched him leave campus.
