I set my dress in Michaels closet. Then sat on his bed. He was quiet. "You okay Mike?" I said. He looked at me intensely yet kindly. "I...I just have a question." He said. I nodded at him. It took him a while until he finally said, "That blade I found...did you recently use it?" I got a nervous feeling in my chest. I tried not to look at him even though I could feel his eyes one me.
"Uh, yes.." I said to him. "How recent?" He asked. "After school Friday, I can't deal with my mom and school and people, it's so much and I'm weak." My eyes started filling with tears. He grabbed my wrists and looked. He put his fingers gently on the day old scars they still kind of stung. He kissed them. "Ana please don't.." He said while looking at me. I finally looked at him. At that point I just started crying. He pulled me in for a hug. I was crying so much. My face was buried in his chest. "I'm sorry, do you hate me now?" I said but the words just came out as muffles. "What?" He said. I lifted my head and said, "I'm sorry, do you hate me now?" Wiping tears from my face. "What?! Ana never, I could never hate you. I want to help you with this."
We stayed in a hug for about ten minutes but it's what I needed and he didn't mind.
I got in the shower and got on the pajamas I was givin last night. I laid on the bed. But I was still crying, I've never told anybody about that. I laid with the front of my body facing the wall. Even thought I was turned around, I could feel his eyes on me again. "Do you want me to lay with you?.." He asked. I slightly nodded. Even thought I only knew him for like 2 or three days, I didn't mind it.
He laid on the bed next to me. "Oh uh by the way, I don't sleep with shirts.." He said. I giggled through my tears "it's fine" I said. Before I knew it, he wrapped his arm around my waist. His hand was cold but the rest of him was warm. He pulled me closer to him. I turned to lay facing him. I was nuzzled into his torso. I was so small compared to him. He rested his chin on my head and started humming a slow sweet tune. I slowly fell asleep.
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Baby Don't Cut
Teen FictionAna is a 17 year old girl who has trouble fitting in. She had no friends at school, she only lives with her mom who gets drunk often, and she tried to kill her self 7 times along with self harm. She was deeply depressed until she met a boy named Mic...
