Don't Get Involved

Chapter Four

TRIGGER WARNING
*THREE MONTHS LATER*
Quinn's POV
My arms stung on my way to school. I promised myself I wouldn't go back to my knife if anything happened, but this morning I made a exception. I feel awful for not telling Dylan, but we just became friends and he would tell me to see a therapist. I definitely wasn't about to do that.

"How do you withstand this heat?!? You have a long sleeved shirt on!" Dylan, may I mention a sweaty Dylan, exclaimed. "My heart is so cold I don't feel the heat." I put on a practiced fake smile.

"I already knew your heart was cold, but not this cold GEEZ." I'd have to tell Dylan eventually. That when I get home I change into a t shirt and shorts and lock myself into my room. It's better if I don't. Lately Dylan and I have been eating lunch on the roof and under the tree. I've learned a lot about him, how he wants to be an actor when he's older. I personally want to be a author, but I didn't tell him that. Everyone seems to laugh when I say it, they all think I won't go to college. Or make any money of off books. I liked the idea of owning a fandom though

Dylan's POV
Up on the roof, I eat a sandwich I made this morning.
Dylan's POV

I kinda figured why she wears long sleeves. I just don't get why anyone can do that to themselves. She's really pretty, super smart, and has an amazing sense of humor. I really like her, actually. Can't admit it though, never will. She doesn't like me so it would ruin our friendship. I seriously don't want that.

I've noticed she hasn't eaten the past few weeks either. Not at lunch. Kaya has been a little extra flirty, and I can't shake her. No matter how much I say, "I don't like you leave me alone," she can't take a hint.

"I wonder what it would be like to disappear." Her question startles me, and I wonder how she can think like that. "I can't leave everyone I care about. Yet, I think it would be better for everyone." I know what she's talking about. She wants to leave, and not just here, she wants to leave her life behind. "Quinn, can you tell me why you really wear long sleeves?"

She looks away. I shouldn't of said that. Curiosity killed the cat, Dylan!

"You seriously want to know?" Her voice croaked as she tugged at her sleeve around her wrist. "I think you deserve to know anyway." I can already tell she is trying not to cry. I hate that I'm the reason for it.

Quinn's POV
It was a nice friendship while it lasted. But I'm destined to always be alone, no matter what Dylan and I have. I looked down at my arm, he's going to shy away like they all do. He's going to call me a freak, "How could she do that to herself?" "She belongs in a mental hospital." "She should get help from a therapist." I've heard it all.

I lift up the sleeve of my grey sweatshirt. Waiting for the footsteps of him walking away from me, waiting for him to say how I need to get help. I wait for it all, but it doesn't come. Must of been about ten seconds of him observing my arm before I feel two arms wrap around me. He actually hugged me.

Dylan's POV
I did what seemed logical. I saw all the scars, some old, some very new to the point they were still bleeding. Her whole arm was covered, but some how she saw places to add new ones. "I didn't know it was that bad." I whisper, pulling away from the hug. She quickly put her sleeve back down. "The other arm isn't that bad, I'm right handed." She seemed surprisingly calm, like she's done it many times before. "I'm just waiting for you to go away, or say I belong in a mental hospital. So go ahead, I've already ruined this friendship with being my stupid self." "Your not stupid. I just wish you told me sooner." I didn't like the fact that I don't know how to help her. "Just leave before I ruin this even more."

"Quinn, I'm not going to leave you"