Carves Up Arms

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I can't believe that she is making me have to spend my grade 8 year without her, like what kind of friend is that but I still love her no matter what I will just miss her so much she is my biggest support and she is just getting up and moving to the middle of nowhere Saskatchewan and I am stuck in Calgary. I could never tell her this it would tear her apart and that is the last thing I want to do especially to her and I know that this is the best thing for her, she needs to get away from the bad people that are hurting her here. It scares me so much because I am worried that she is going to something to hurt herself and I am not going to be there to help her but I can't really stop that from happening as much as I try. Mad is the most important person in my hole life.

I look down and my cracked crappy iphone 4s and see that the screen is flash a text from Mad saying "I need you it hurts to bad to deal will PLEASE" I quickly send a reply .

"I'm on my way hold on. Just breath I will be there in 5!!!" I put my phone in the back pocket of my favorite white skinny jeans and pull my green winter jacket on hastily over my white tank top and run out the door not stopping to lock it . I run as fast as I can down the 9-10 blocks to Mads house my light brown red hair flying behind me like a superhero's cape. I finally make it to Mads house and run in the door yelling

"Where the hell are you?" I hear a quiet reply coming from up the stares I race up them and see her laying on the hallway floor crying her brown hair falling across her face in long tufts. I pick her up under her armpits pull her to the bathroom seeing the blood gush down her arm just hoping that she didn't go too deep.

"Oh baby what did you do?" I whisper is quiet as I can as I sit her down on the toilet. I pull of her bloody shirt off and start the bath. She is wearing black shorts and a plain black cotton bra. I grab a towel and push on her cut up armes and hope to god that the bleeding will stop. when the tube is full and the bleeding has slowed down I guide her to the tub she gets in slowly the tears still streaming down her makeup covered face. I grab a face cloth and slowly and gently scrub the blood of her arms, chest and legs. The tears streaming down my face in silent sobes trying to keep myself together so that she won't fall apart more. By the time I am don't washing her off the bath tub is filled with blood she gets out and dried herself off I sit her down again grabbing the goz and the rubbing alcohol, I find her blade sitting on the floor in the hall I pick it up and put it in my jacket pocket down stares by the front door. Pouring the rubbing alcohol on a small piece of goz and dab it on the cuts as gently as I can feeling the cold liquid touch my shaking hands. I see the small bubbles rise up from her arms saying that her arms are being cleaned, a small scream escapes Mad's clenched lips.

"Shhh I'm sorry I am being as gentle as I can I'm sorry" I plead brushing her silky brown hair out of her face. her bright brown eyes shining with the wetness of tears pleading at me to just let her die, to not make her have to live another day in the world that has gone to hell. She looks at me like I am the only reason she is alive and that it is a good thing and a bad thing at the same time. She pleads to just die and have me be okay with that but in my heart I can already see the void that would make, and see that even if I said I was okay with that I would never be able to live in a world without her. My best friend, my sister, my only love and the only thing that keeps me from dying to. As I bandage her wounds I inspect them to make shore that she doesn't need stitches, that would be a mess. I finally finish rapping up her arms it took about 20 minutes. we walk to her bedroom she is still crying slightly the tears slowly streaming down in hot salty drops. I open the bottom drawer on her old wooden dresser inside is neat stacks of rainbow colored flannel pajama pants. I pull out her favorite blue ones with hearts on them, I also grab a black tank top and a swatter from her closet. I put them on her bed in a neat stack.

"I will be back in exactly 5 minutes don't do anything!" I say sternly looking her in the eyes, grabbing the handle and shutting the door on the way out of Mad's small messy room. Felling slightly overwhelmed and noshes, I sit on the floor cold heard hard wood floor, against the pail gray-brown wall. Curling up in the smallest ball I can fit myself into and resting my head on my knees.

"Hey Daine?" Mad asks as she slips out of the white door with stickers that say "NO boys allowed" and more. The blue swatter falling off one shoulder half zipped. Even with the deeply sad look in here eyes she looks pretty enough to be a model.

"You in the mode for a movie?" She asks whispering a harsh sound to her voice as if she is sick. Standing up she grabs my hand half comforting me at the same time as I am half comforting her. We slowly walk down to the living room still holding hand as we sit down on the couch.

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I pull her hair into a high pony tail as she skips the commercials on 'Big Hero 6'. We stay very quiet, not talking just cuddling and watching the movie.