Stay Strong

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Question from @MermaidGirl13:

'What do you do to get rid of writers block?'

-I don't want to sound vain or anything, but because I usually plan my stories out before hand, I haven't had writers block yet. Sometimes I struggle with how I'm going to write my ideas but that's normal just like writers block. I think you should put yourself in the story and think about what you want to happen next, or read other stories for inspiration, but be careful not to copy what you read! I'm really sorry but I'm not very good at giving advice, haha :) Hope you get rid of it and good luck on the story x

Here's the next chapter :)

-Ross' POV-

"Laura" l whisper from round the corner. "Laura!" I whisper louder until she hears something and looks around. I check the halls to make sure none of my friends are about and creep over to her. She spots me and shuts her locker, about to walk away. "No wait!" I pull her back, eager for answers.

"What do you want Ross, aren't you afraid your friends are going to see you with me" she sarcastically says and folds her arms.

"I just wanna know why you reacted like that with the nurse, that's all" I explain.

"Why on earth do you want to know, it's not like you care" she asserts and frowns. That isn't entirely true. I'm not sure if I care or I'm just nosy and so determined to find out, probably the second one but maybe a bit of the first one too.

"Why wont you tell me?" I ask in frustration.

"It's personal Ross, I don't think I can tell you-" Just as she speaks I hear familiar voices from behind us. I turn to see the group walking through the front doors, they can't see me!

"Laura I gotta go, just meet me by the bridge at the park opposite school at the end of the day" I interrupt her and scurry off out of sight.

"But!"

"Just be there!"

Ross is just so stubborn and won't listen at all. I tell him its nothing for him to worry about and yet he insists that he must know the reason behind my reaction yesterday. There is no way right now that I am going to tell him that I cut, it's way too personal to tell random people that deep, dark secret. On the other hand, if I do, maybe he'll stop bullying me. Or that will backfire and I'll get bullied even more. I'll see what happens when we meet. If he asks so much that I'm about to blow I'll come right out and say it.

...

"Didn't think you'd show up" Ross greets me sarcastically. I roll my eyes and walk over to him with my arms folded.

"Obviously we're not friends" He starts. Harsh much? "But that doesn't mean I can't care- I mean, can't know why you reacted like that"

"I told you Ross, it's personal" I reply. He steps closer to me and is about to take my hands. My reflex actions automatically make me step back in fright.

"Laura, I'm not going to hurt you" he speaks softly and takes my hands like he intended to. I feel something strange when our hands touch, a feeling I have never experienced before until now. My throat dries up and my heart starts to race. I feel like I've just run a marathon and I have no breath left. Why does Ross make me feel like this all of a sudden?

"Lately, I've been feeling so guilty and I've basically been questioning me?" he says more like a question.

"You really need to start paying attention in English class, that didn't make sense" I joke. "Feeling guilty about what?"

"Being me. Being a part of the group. Being like I am to you" he ponders.

"Why all of a sudden?" I wonder

"I've always had moments when I tell myself I'm a jerk and that you don't deserve to be bullied. Now it seems that I have these moments all the time. I get these flashbacks and-" he stops himself from rambling on and looks hurt by his own words. I know I shouldn't feel like I'm feeling now. I'm feeling kind and forgiving, but i can't be like that.

You don't just forgive a bully just because they share a nice moment with you. He hasn't even said sorry so I don't have a reason to forgive him. So I won't.

"My point is, you can tell me your secret. It'll be between me and you, and i know you're thinking 'why should i tell this twat?', you should because this twat cares about you. And i can honestly say i always kind of have" right now i feel like i can tell him anything. I'm about to tell him my biggest secret not even my sister knows, right now, in this park, on the bridge.

My heart pumps and adrenaline starts to race. My palms sweat and my hands start to shake. He squeezes my hands softly letting me know that i can trust him. Why am i doing this?...

"The reason why i acted that way is because- I, um- I -cut"

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