Kenzie's POV
Great. Just great.
Mom says she isn't mad, but I don't know if I fully believe her. How could she still love me? I'm a terrible person. I made her cry.
I feel awful.
On the other hand, I feel a sense of relief. I know I won't be alone. When she wrapped her arms around me, I felt the safest I have ever felt in a very long time. I missed the feeling. I've been so closed off that I've forgotten how if felt to be in my Mom's embrace. I wouldn't want anyone else.
But I'm still scared. I've become dependent on cutting. I just have the urge, like something in my head is telling me to, and I have to do what it says in order to shut it up. I know it sounds crazy, like I've gone completely insane, but I don't know how else to explain it.
I just hope Mom understands when I need the blades.
Demi's POV
Kenzie, oh Kenzie. My baby.
How could I let something like this happen? I told her I would protect her. I always told her that. But I've failed again. I can keep other people from causing her physical pain, but I failed to protect her from herself.
But I can't dwell in self pity. Kenzie needs me.
I know it's going to be a long hard journey ahead. There's going to be more tears, and I'm going to get my heart broken many times by it. But I won't give up. I will never get up. Kenzie is my baby, and I will not let anyone hurt her, including herself.
"Kenzie, dinner's ready," I called from the dining room. She slowly walked in, obviously tired. I don't blame her. It's been a long day.
"Mom, can I just go to bed?" She asked, still standing.
"After dinner, honey. Sit down."
She sighed and sat down.
I watched as Kenzie did the same thing as the night before. She moved things around, spread them across her plate, trying to make it look like she are more than what she actually did.
"Having fun there?" I asked.
"Hmm?" She asked, looking up at me.
"Are you going to eat or just play around with your food?"
At that, she put a fork full of food in her mouth. "There, I ate."
I gave her a stern look, and she continued eating.
I chuckled in my head at the power of 'the look.'
I did worry, though. She hasn't come to me and said anything about being afraid to eat.
She didn't exactly come to me and say anything about cutting, either.
I just don't know whether I should bring up the subject about eating issues or not. I knew if it was going to happen, that it wasn't going to be tonight. It was a long day, and we were both tired.

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She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE
FanfictionPLEASE FIRST READ "HE TOLD ME NOT TO TELL" Kenzie is now twelve and in middle school. Her childhood consisted of trying to forget her past, with Demi right by her side, telling her that she'll be okay. What happens when Kenzie starts to develop some...