She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE

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Demi's POV

Kenzie didn't come out of her room for the rest of the night. After Nick left, I went to her room to tell her she needed to come back to eat. I knocked on the door, but there was no response. I turned the door knob and opened the door to find her laying in her bed. Her back was faced towards me. I couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not. "Kenzie?" I recovered no response. I decided to leave her be. I'd make sure she had a good breakfast in the morning.

I went to bed without being able to sleep. What if Nick was right? What if she was hurting herself without any evidence on her wrists? I didn't want to believe it, but I knew he was right. I needed to check.

But why would she be doing it?

The next morning, I started making breakfast. We were having eggs, bacon, and toast. I was going to get Kenzie to eat.

I heard her shower turn on, and I decided to look for any evidence of her self harming. I looked for blades, matches, or anything she could hurt herself with. I looked through her drawers and under everything in them. I looked through the top drawer of her dresser. I lifted up pile after pile of clothes until I found what I was dreading.

Four blades.

Why, Kenzie, why?

I took all of them and closed the drawer when I heard the water turn off. I quickly left and shut her bedroom door.

I couldn't believe it.

I just couldn't believe it.

My baby.

Kenzie's POV

I got out of the shower and dressed for the day. I pulled jeans over cuts that just showed up the night before. I didn't have any more clean sweats, and I didn't want Mom to get on to me for wearing dirty clothes.

I went downstairs to be greeted with the smell of bacon. I saw Mom frying eggs and heard the toaster as two pieces of fresh toast popped up.

"Good morning, my beautiful daughter," Mom said. It kind of shocked me. I was dreading the fact that she would probably be upset with me, but instead she was still so kind.

"Morning, Mom."

She brought over two plates, one for me, and one for her.

"I'm actually not-"

"You barely ate last night. I want you to eat your egg, one slice of bacon, and finish your toast."

I knew I wasn't going to get away with not eating this morning. I was trying to hide the fact that I wasn't interested in eating. Last night proved that I wasn't doing a very good job.

"I'm sorry Mom, for last night."

She paused for a moment. "It's alright. Just don't raise your voice at me or walk away while I'm talking to you."

I nodded and continued to eat. After we were both done, we watched TV together.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Mom randomly asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"You've just been a little off. Especially since I asked you about your wrists." I looked at her, and she seemed to be waiting for something.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I'm just worried, that's all."

"Oh, well I'm fine. I've just been tired. School work has been a little harder lately."

We continued to watch TV as thoughts were going through my head.

Was she hinting at something? Does she know? No, she can't know.

Unless she found them.

"I'll be right back," I said as I got up off the couch. I tried to look like I wasn't in any rush to get to my room.

Once I was in my room, I ran to my dresser and pulled open my top drawer. I lifted up my clothes to reveal where I usually keep my blades.

None were there.

I kept digging everywhere in that drawer, desperate to find my four blades.

I froze when I heard Mom's voice. "Looking for something?"