I looked at him in shock. I've never met someone like me before. "Do you want to go talk at the coffee shop?" He asked. I shrugged. "I don't have any money," I said. "I do," he said and pulled out a 50 dollar bill. "You don't have to," I said. "I know, I want to," he said. I rolled my eyes at his cheesiness but agreed.
We got up and started walking downtown. "So tell me about yourself," he said. "Well, I'm Haley. I'm 15. As you've already seen, I self harm. Im very very depressed, I also suffer with anxiety, insomnia, and uh bulimia," I said awkwardly. At this point he stopped walking and looked at me.
"You don't deserve what you are struggling with," he said. I gave him a sad smile. "You know, you look like that model um Bethany Seymour?" He questioned. My face dropped. "Uh yeah..." I trailed off. "She was my uh sister," i said. "But we don't look alike. She was a lot prettier than me before she died," I said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know," he said. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. It was six months ago. The scars pretty much healed," I said. "Why are you so sad?" He asked. I told him about my parents and how they had reacted to Bethany's death. I told him about school and pretty much everything else.
As I got to the end, a tear streamed down my face. "Sorry," I said and wiped the tears. He looked me in the eyes and hugged me. He hugged me tighter than anyone ever had. It felt safe. For one time in my life, I felt truly safe. More tears streamed down my face and he hugged me tighter and tighter.
"I want to help you," he said. "How can you help me when I can't even help myself?" I asked. "I can't help myself either but id rather help you than help myself. You are beautiful and amazing and you deserve happiness way more than me," he said. I hugged him again. Even tighter than before. "Thank you," I said.
We walking into the coffee shop and ordered coffee. I think he's the one.
