I'm racing back to the hotel in my car, not even caring what the speed limit is. I'm pretty sure I've ran about two red lights, but I don't give a crap. My mind is still confused, trying to wrap itself around all of the information that's been thrown at me.
The two biggest things in my head are that Calum is cutting himself, and that Luke and Michael saw us. More tears slip from my eyelids. I don't remember crying this much before.
I make a sharp turn into the hotel parking lot, and almost run out of the car. But then I stop. How do I apologize? What do I say? I stand there for about two minutes, not knowing what to do.
I realize I don't have a plan, but I just continue to go up the stairs. I think I'll just say whatever comes to mind. It might be awkward, but at least he'll know it's from the heart. Maybe then we can talk again.
I put the key into my bedroom door, and slowly turn the handle. My hands are shaking, I'm so nervous. I haven't talked to him since we kissed, and that was two weeks ago. Wow. What a jerk I've been.
I start to open the door connecting our two rooms, when I notice no one is in the room. I start to wander around and look at his room. Slowly I sit down on his bed, when I feel something sharp on my leg.
Ouch! Damn that hurt a lot! I get up from the bed, and lift the covers to see what hurt me. When I find what it was, I turn pale. All of what Luke said was true. It's a razor blade, and Calum is hurting himself.
I stand there for a couple of minutes, willing myself not to cry. I hear a noise coming from the bathroom. My head jerks up, and I suspect the worse. I run to the door, and try to open it. It's locked. I don't hesitate, I just slam my body into the door, and it breaks.
Calum's standing there, silently sobbing. He has about ten scars, and he's cutting about six more. I yank the blade away from him, and throw it down the toilet, and flush it.
Calum looks up at me, not saying a word. I can't take it. I step forward, and wrap my arms around him in a hug.
"Please, please, stop hurting yourself. You have so much to live for. Please, stop."
Calum puts his arms around me, and we stand like that for about five minutes. He pulls away, and looks up at me, with tears glistening in his eyes. There are so many things to say, but we don't know how to say them.
"I- I've missed you Ashton. Can we at least be friends?" He asks. "Please?" His voice cracks, and it breaks my heart.
"Of course buddy."
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