A Young Heart

Chapter 5

Lucas' POV

Riley and Missy make me sick. What is wrong with them? Maya has done nothing wrong. Shes always been a good friend in every way possible! I just hope Maya is okay. She blacked out because she hypervenalted. Shes never had anything said to her like that before because I'm always there to protect her. Shes just so beautiful, caring, sympathetic and I lov- wait. That's not right... anyways.

Maya had been my best friend since the first day of school. Nothing can express how important she is to me. But I really wish Maya and Riley were still friends. Ever since Riley and I started dating, her and Maya have drifted apart and I feel bad for splitting them apart. This is just all my fault! If I hadn't fell head over heels for Riley we wouldn't be in this situation!

Maya was the one who first introduced me to Riley too. Riley is such a gorgeous girl! But her personality has changed since we started dating. Before we dated she was so generous, caring, thoughtful and just so sweet.
Riley is no longer the girl I feel in love with. At first the relationship was perfect and going at a decent pace. It was time for soccer with Maya like every month we do. Riley and I went out the same day Maya and I have our soccer hangouts. That's when Riley started getting protective and more concerned about Maya. And that's how we all got here.

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Mayas mother wasn't home so I picked up her phone, soccer ball and everything we had and put it in a bag. Then I picked up Maya bridal style and took her home. I sat her down on the couch with a pillow under her head. I felt her forhead and noticed she was really hot so I went to the bathroom and got a cold wash cloth and water. I came back and turned on the fan. Maya was wearing long sleeves so maybe she got real hot too.

Wait, its the middle spring and 90° outside and Maya's wearing a long sleeve shirt? Actually, Maya always wears long sleeves or a jacket. But I couldn't figure out why.

I went to pull up the sleeve of her left arm to put the cold cloth on her wrist because it can cool you down faster. I pulled it up and all I saw were scars. Dozens of scars up and down her whole wrist and arm. Some were faded, some where pink and some still had scabs on them. I started to cry. I put the cloth on her wrist and went to her bathroom. I went through the drawers and saw a pink box that was locked. I took out the box and put it on the sink.

There was a tiny lock on the box that takes 6 numbers to unlock it. I tried putting any combination that would be easy to remember.

(1 2 3 4 5 6)

That didn't work.

(6 5 4 3 2 1)

That didn't work either.

I hit the box hoping that it would be easy to break open. It would budge! I threw the box on the floor! There is something in there but WHY WONT IT OPEN!

I picked up the box and noticed a note on the bottom. It said

"The first day of a special tradition,"

I knew exactly what that mean right as I read the word tradition. I flipped over the box and put in a combination.

"There first day we played soccer together. This HAS to be it!"

(1 0 1 8 1 5)

I pulled the lock and it worked. I took of the lock and opened the box.

Blades of all sizes. Small and big. Some even still has blood on them.
Tears started pouring out of my eyes, falling in the sink. I picked up the box and poured every single blade into the toilet and flushed them all. I threw the box away and the lock.