I sat in my room, sobbing into a pillow. I hardly noticed the hand on my shoulder before I heard a calm but concerned voice.
"Brooke, it... it's okay... don't beat yourself up for this." It was George. We had been dating for a while, and we shared a small house; but due to some... recent incident, we weren't as close anymore. I ended up moving into the guest room because he insisted I couldn't sleep on the couch. I turned to face him, my eyes red and puffy.
"It is NOT okay!" I yelled, flinching as he pulled his hand away. "I... I hurt you. I hurt everyone." I shook my head, looking at the floor. I felt him brush a strand of hair behind my ear, but he stayed silent. I gasped as he somewhat-forcefully grabbed my wrist.
"Brooke... cutting again? You said you stopped..." He said quietly, inspecting the cuts closely.
"Well, you know you shouldn't trust me. I'm just... a filthy liar..." I heard him sigh as I once again broke into tears. He pulled me into a hug and I snuggled into his chest, forgetting about the world for a moment.
"Don't let this ruin your life. Please... I can't lose my amazing Brooke." George's voice brought me back to reality. After all I had done, I don't know why or how he would still care about me. Why didn't he hate me? There are so many girls out in the world who are better than me- an attention seeking whore.
"Just... Just leave me alone..." I sobbed, backing away from George and turning away. I heard footsteps as he left the room, and I closed the door and locked it behind him. Returning to my desk, I scribbled down a tear stained note and left it where I knew George would find it.
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I do not know if I will have the strength to continue this.
