Broken Inside

Chapter 5

Max's POV

I couldn't see much. It was all a blur. I heard beeping. I looked over and saw an ECG. I was confused. Then I remembered.

After school, I had went to the bathroom. I took out my razor and started to cut. I kept cutting and cutting. I heard Kylie and my mom scream for me to open the door. I accidentally cut too deep. I remember falling, hearing the screams but I didn't understand why Kylie was crying. I kept hearing her cry and cry and cry. Then everything went black.

I looked at my arm. It had bandages covered in blood. Did I really cut, that deep?

Kylie's POV

Why? Why did he cut? I've understood that even the happiest people can be depressed but, but not him. He just can't .

We finally made it to the hospital.

"I have good news. Max will be okay, but he needs to stay here for the night." The doctor tells us.

"You can stay in the lobby. There is coffee and some food." He says.

"Ivy?"

"Yes?"

"Did you know about this? That he cut?"

"If I did, I would have helped him as much as I could. But, sadly I didn't."

"Oh,"

I bet it's me it's got to be. It can't be anything else. I must have done something. Oh my gosh. I can't take this. No. Yes. Help me. Was it? I don't know. What if it was?

"But, Kylie. I assure you, that you did nothing."

"Okay. Can we visit him?"

"Sure,"

We headed to his room. The hospital was creepy. I've never been to one. But I don't like them. They are too white, with no color.

We finally made it to his room.

"Hey," he said.

"My dear! Oh! I was so worried! Are you okay now?! Oh and you are staying the night here." Ivy says, with worry in her voice.

"I'm so sorry. And yeah I'm fine." He replied.

Ivy and Max had a very long conversation. I got bored, but I didn't want to be rude. So I sat in a chair.

"Mom? Can I talk to Kylie? Alone?" He asked.

I looked at him, very confused.

"Yeah. Okay. But if you need me I'll be outside." She answered.

"Okay. Thanks mom." He answered.

As she left I walked over there. I kinda wanted to yell at him. But you can't yell at someone who tried to kill themselves. That's wrong. It can make them even more sad. I just need to be gentle. Like when I was with my father. I just wanted someone to be nice. To actually love me.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Not so good."

"What's wrong? Is it school? Is it me? Why do you cut?"

"Oh my lord. It's not you. It's kinda my dad. He left because he hated me. He didn't want me. And I don't have many friends. I have you, if you consider yourself my friend, and Jack. I've had other friends, but they turn against me. Everyone tells me how I should just kill my self. Or for me to cut deeper. I just couldn't take it."

"Oh my gosh. Okay well you could have talked to me!"

"Well, with your dad and stuff. I just didn't want to bother you, I thought it wou-"

"It wouldn't have bothered me! I just can't believe that you would cut."

I leaned in and hugged him for what felt like years.

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