Why didn't we work

Chapter 2

That night I went home and was thinking and talking to my brother about what had happened. I'm a cutter  and my brother made me promise not to cut my arms and legs all up like i had done before. I had cut that day just he didn't know about it i didn't plan on him finding out till Michael called him that night and told him. I was so mad at him i stopped talking to him for a year and half, he always asked me what he did wrong and one day i was just so pissed off and I told him not to talk to me and he didn't listen to me, he asked and I said to him what the fuck do you think you did, I trusted you and told you not to tell anyone and you called my brother and told him that i had cut that day, and I know this because he glowered at me and told me to pull up my sleeve so he could see it. I know that is was you because you'er the only one I told!

That night I went home. That night and was talking to my mother abut what happened that day and everything I had said to Michael. My mom told me that i handled the problem the right way and that I should not feel bad for what i had said. After that i had went up to my room and called Michael because if my mom tells me i did it right the then i clearly had done something wrong. I called Michael to tell him how sorry I was for what i said that day. I told him that if he wanted to come back into my life he was more than welcome to but he would hand to earn my trust back. He was at a lost for words because for a year and a half  he was without a best friend and without a girlfriend. He didn't date anyone after me. When he would date someone it was only for a few days. It was never long because he was always looking at me and seeing how happy I am with out him.

It was Wednesday night, my church dose a bible study and my mom made me go I hated going there because to me I was just going there to get told what I had done wrong. This night was a little bit different tho I enjoyed being there with my friends and me not having to go thought this alone and i have people my age I can trust. I was balling my eyes out and taking everything to the lord. That night i was just so tired of all the hurt and the crying i just wanted it all to stop and my pastor, which is like my grandpa, He told me that I  just needed to lay it down at the cross and stop letting people over take me.