Grayson’s point of view:
How could Skie do this and never tell me..She knows I’ll always be there for her and I’m her best friend. I changed into comfy clothes, black cut-off’s and a Snow White’s Poison Bite t-shirt, and checked my phone. Skie called me and she left a voicemail. Eh, I’ll check it in a little while. Hopping into my bed I logged onto Tumblr.com for a while. This is the only place I actually feel like I can be myself. Other than when I’m around Skie. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. She probably feels like shit, and it’s all my fault.
I mean..I cut too. I’ve been cutting since I was thirteen. And I’ve been really careful that no one ever finds out. I’m almost eighteen and it’s becoming so exhausting trying to hide it from Skie. It’s been a few days since I last burnt myself or cut. I turned out my light and shut my laptop, grabbing my phone off my nightstand.
I dialed my voicemail and listened to her message. I had to replay it again because she was crying and wasn’t very understandable.
Goodbye? What? I thought about it for a second and realized she meant she was going to kill herself. I threw on my shoes and grabbed my car keys off my dresser. My ma must’ve heard me jump out of bed because she was outside my door.
“Where are you going at this hour, young man?! It’s 12:30 am.” She said looking at me concerned. I gave her a quick hug and told her I’d be back soon and that Skie needed me. She hesitated to move but then moved from my path and I ran out the door. Hopping in my car, I tried calling her. No answer. Shit I hope I’m not too late.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I started my car, driving as fast as I could to her house. Please let her be alright. Please. I need her to be alright. When I got to her house it was almost one. Her mom’s probably asleep and would be furious if I came knocking on the door this early in the morning. I parked my car in front of Skie’s house and ran to her backyard.
“Skie! No!” Skie was hanging from the tree in her backyard with blood running down her arm. I climbed the tree and got her down. She wasn’t breathing.
I laid her on the ground and pushed on her chest gently trying to get her breathing. But no luck. She wasn’t breathing. I had to give her mouth to mouth. I pressed my lips to hers softly blowing into her mouth while holding her nose. After another minute of pushing on her chest and mouth to mouth, she started breathing again. I smiled while salty tears ran down my cheeks. “Skie! You’re okay.” I picked her up and hugged her tightly. “You’re gonna be okay, baby girl. You’re gonna be okay. I promise.” I held her in my arms and picked her up, walking to my car. I drove back to my house with her in the passenger seat and I looked over at her every few minutes. I’m so happy she’s not dead. I can’t live without her. And..I..I kissed her.. Well technically I guess I did, because it was actually just yanno..saving her life. But still, I got to feel her soft, warm lips against mine. And that might never happen again. Dear lord, I really hope i get to kiss her for real someday.
I pulled up to my house and parked in the driveway. All the lights are off so I guess my mom didn’t stay up to wait for me to get home. Picking up Skie out of the passenger side made her stir a little. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. I opened the front door quietly and carried her up to my room. I flicked the light on and laid her on my bed. I took her bloody shirt off of her and put one of my t-shirts on her, and took her skinny jeans off and put sweat pants on her. She stopped bleeding but her arm was stained red. I walked to my closet and got out my first aid kit. My mom had billions of them around the house since she was a doctor so I jacked one incase I ever needed it.
I cleaned the blood off her carefully and wrapped her wrist in an ace bandage with gauge pad underneath. She must be exausted. Turning out the light once again, I laid down on my bed next to her pulling the covers over the both of us. She cuddle up closer to me with her head on my chest. I played with her long brown hair until I faded into a dream. God..She's so beautiful, amazing, a great friend..But damn, I wish she was mine. If she was mine..nothing like this would happen ever again. I'd make sure of it.
The next morning I woke up and went downstairs to make breakfast for Skie. Pancakes with lots of syrup and jimmies, nutella on toast, and a cup of hot chocolate with baby marshmallows. My favorite foods ever to eat in the morning. When I walked back upstairs with her breakfast, Skie was awake.
Skie’s point of view:
I looked around and scanned the room for a second. Why was I in Grayson’s room? Did he come and save me last night? I don’t remember a thing, and I’m wearing his clothes...I guess he saw all of my cuts and scars since he had to be the one that changed me into his clothes. “Grayson. I..I’m sor-” was all I could choke out before I burst into tears. He came over and sat on his bed next to me, placing food on the dresser. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and held me close whispering to me that everything's alright and it’s okay. He wiped away my tears and told me things will be just fine and that I could stay at his house as long as I want to. It’s Thursday. Don’t we have to go to school today? It’s already 11 am.
“Gray..Don’t we have school today?” I said softly. He pulled away gently and got up grabbing the food off the dresser and placing it on the bed in between us. “Well yeah, but I had my mom call the school and tell them you wouldn’t be in today and neither would I because we have the flu.” He replied. “And you should eat, Skie. I’m gonna go take a shower and then I’ll come right back. Just eat and relax for a bit.” He walked out of the room again. Something about him telling me that everything will be okay makes me believe that his words are true. I ate a little, I scrapped off a lot of the syrup and ate a few bites of the pancakes. Forced down the hot chocolate and ate some of the nutella toast. What do I tell Grayson? Lie and say I’m not hungry? Or tell him sorry, I’m too fat and don’t want to eat? I put the food back on the dresser and laid down on his bed. I fell asleep to the smell of cigarettes and Axe: Phoenix on his shirt.
“Hey. Skie, wake up.” Grayson said as he laid on the bed next to me. I opened my eyes and looked at him giving him a faint smile. “Hey.” I said blushing slightly. He was shirtless. This is the first time I’ve ever seen him without a shirt on, normally he won't ever take it off. I looked at his stomach. He had scars and cuts all over it..and all over his hips. But his were a lot deeper than mine. “Grayson..you cu-” he interrupted me. “Yea..I have for awhile now and I didn’t tell you because I couldn't find the words to say it. I’m sorry for reacting the way I did when I saw yours. I just couldn’t comprehend how someone as beaut- I mean, someone as awesome as you could do that.” “You were going to say something else..was it..beautiful?” I looked at him curiously. “What? No, no. I mean, you are beautiful because you’re my best friend yanno? But that’s not what I meant to say. I’m sorry, I’m probably confusing you a lot.”
“No, not really. I understand. We’re just friends, why would you call me beautiful anyways?” I said laughing slightly. I wish I had the balls to tell him how I feel about him. But I doubt he feels the same way. And I just can't stand being rejected. It’ll just break my heart even more. He pulled me in for a hug and that made me smile a bit. But..I wish he did love me..the way I love him.
