*Kelseys POV*
I woke up in Luke's arms wrapped around me tightly. I lay with him for a few more minutes, enjoying our closeness, but I was hungry so I crawled out of his grasp to go to the kitchen and eat breakfast.
I walked into the kitchen which was filled with the smell of pancakes and bacon. Beau was standing making breakfast.
He was wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and his hair was ruffled up signalling that he literally has only gotten out of bed, it was really sexy actually. I don't think i had noticed before but his hair colour and style really complimented the colour of his eyes.
I walked closer to him and began talking to him about random stuff, like the movies and stuff, joking around as we usually would, Beau was always the happy, funny one, we'd always mess around,but then I noticed something as he flipped a pancake. He had a red bandage around his arm, maybe it was like a wristband thing, but I'm sure the bandage you get in first aid kits weren't a trend. Especially a red one. It looked blood soaked. That colour. Why the fuck would he have a blood soaked bandage wrapped around his arm as if it depended if he were to live or die?
"Beau?", I said, my voice shaking as I said his name, such a sweet name.
"Yeah?", he said, focusing on his cooking.
"Uhh, what's that on your arm?", I said, my voice was soft and low, I was scared of his answer.
"Oh shit- uhh, nothing uh", he whispered under his breath, loud enough for me to hear.
"That's not nothing, come here", I said and walked closer to him and inspected the bandage.
"B-beau", I said in a shaky tone, I knew exactly what it was.
Beau quickly snatched his arm away, and looked into my eyes. His eyes showed sparks of pain and weakness, he didn't dare show it though, his eyes were the only sign of it. It was sad really, that the only way he could show his emotion was through something as horrible as this. He didn't have to do this. He could've talked to someone. But he didn't.
He was silent, he didn't dare to speak.
"Open the bandage", I demanded, a sad looking blazing in my eyes, burning through his skin.
He looked at me with stern eyes, he was tired and weary. I glared at him. I tried to be as gentle as I could but I demanded he show me, how else could I help him?
"Now", I said sternly.
He lifted his arm and raised his hand to the bandage. He slowly unwrapped the red blood soaked bandage revealing something I never thought would appear on Beau Brooks body, purposely. It revealed a deep red wound which was caused by himself and his thoughts. My eyes began to well up as I looked from his arm to his eyes.
"W-why Beau?", I said as a small tear trickled against my cheek.
He fell silent, he didn't speak. He just looked into my eyes as some tears formed on his eyelids but he pushed them away as he sniffled. I stood there with his arm stretched outwards as my hand held it. I looked down at the wound on his arm, as on of my salty tears fell against it. I leant my head down and pressed my lips against the forming scar on his arm. I lifted my lips from the wound and looked up into his teary eyes. He took his hand and pressed it over his arm, taking his arm out of my grasp. His mouthed the words thank you to me and left the room. The red cloth was lying on the table, so I decided to lift it and place it in the bin. I ran into the bathroom and sat on the floor. How could I let one of my best friends do this to themselves? I wonder what drove himself to place a blade to his skin.
Tears ran down my cheeks and to my lips so I could taste the saltiness of them. This is what it felt like for Beau when I took those pills. I almost ended my life, and I bet Beau felt like this too. I stood up and walked to the mirror. I wiped away all of the mascara that was now half way down my cheeks thanks to my "waterproof" mascara, never believe the fucking labels because they're not bloody waterproof at all. I fixed myself up a little but nothing could really cover my red puffy eyes. You could tell I'd been crying.
I left the bathroom and ran up to Beau's room to find him lying on his bed crying. I walked over to his bed and lay next to him, and hugged him. I consoled him and calmed him down. I didn't ask why he did this to himself because I didn't want to upset him but I made him promise me something.
"Beau? Promise me you won't hurt yourself again, I know it's easier said than done, but trust me, any time you feel like harming yourself please please call me and I'll talk to you and come over", I said still in his embrace.
He stayed silent but nodded. This boy needed help and I was willing to give him it. I took his hand and we both got off the bed. We both got changed into different clothes and I led him downstairs and we watched tv. We stuck on the inbetweeners because I knew that show never failed to make him laugh. He had an adorable laugh. We sat and watched the show until Luke woke up. He stayed and watched the show with us. I'm glad I cheered Beau up, because I couldn't stand to see him hurt. I just couldn't get the image of Beau sitting up late at night, crying and hurting so much that he placed a blade to his skin out of my head. It hurt my mentally to think of my best friend doing that, but I really do wonder why he did it.
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Ooh Kelsey knows😳
I cry writing these chapters about beau harming bc I can't imagine it tbh😰
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