You were walking down the street just coming home from school. Your backpack was falling apart because you had had it since 3rd grade. You hoped that you could make it home with out all of your papers falling out. It was raining out, just your luck right.
All of a sudden like someone put it there on purpose you trip on a rock. You hear some kids laughing nearby. You noticed your bag had ripped.
"Great", you grunted.
"That doesn't seem to great", you heard someone say from above you
You looked up to see the most beautiful person you had ever seen.
"You ok??" He asked
You hadn't realized that you had been staring. You look down in embarrassment.
"Uh..u...m..yeah" the words barely slipped out of your mouth.
He bent down and started to help you pick up your books.
"T..th...thanks" you were shivering now from the soaking wet rain"
You saw him look up at you and he noticed you were shivering. 'Oh no' you thought to your self. You couldn't be seen as helpless so you quickly stood up and collected the rest of your things
"What's your name?" He said looking at you trying to stall because he didn't want you to go just yet.
"(Y/N)" you said looking at the ground.
"Brendon, here, if you ever need anything call me" he said pulling out a pen.
He reached down and grabbed your arm and started to write. He noticed the cuts up and down your arm. You quickly pulled away and pulled out a piece of paper for him to write on instead.
His brown eyes stared at you in concern. You looked away.
"You shouldn't do that" he said becoming serious now. " I'm here for you (Y/N)..". He wrote the number down on a piece of paper, folded it up,and handed it to you.
All of a sudden you felt something warm on your shoulders
That smelled of cologne. He had draped his leather jacket around you shoulders and then put his beanie on your head. You smiled and blushed. He gave a smile back and began walking again.
You walked home. Thankfully no one was home. You walked upstairs to your bedroom and layed your ripped bag and papers on your bed. You looked down and noticed your leg was bleeding from the fall. You walked to the bathroom and grabbed some band aids and patched it up.
You were laying in bed listening to music when your eyes grew heavy and the world went black. You woke up to the sound of a piercing scream.
"(Y/N)!!!!!!!!" you heard your stepmother yelling. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized you had forgotten to take out the trash.
You jumped out of you bed and ran downstairs.
"I'm so so so so sorry I fell als......" you were cut off by a piercing pain on the side of you face. She had struck you. She started yelling obscenities but you couldn't hear because you ear was ringing from the blow. A single tear fell down your face and you began doing your chores.
Later that night......
You were laying in bed staring at your phone. You wondered if you should call that stranger that had helped you today, Brendon was it??. The thought suddenly slipped your mind as memories of past relationships suddenly flooded your head. Tears streamed down your face. These thoughts would not leave you alone. You say up and walked over to your dresser. You opened a drawer that held you drawing utensils and paper. Hidden under that though was a old box that used to hold earrings. You pulled it out a sat on your bed. You opened it and started to cry again. You pulled out the blade that you had taken from a pencil sharpener and dragged it across your wrist hard and slow because you thought you deserved it. You watched the blood flow and made a few more cuts. You wrapped them in toilet paper and went to sleep.
