Before I Fall

Charlie

CHARLIES POV:

I try to go back downstairs, but I don't have the dignity to. I want to let her go; I probably should. But I know that of I do, then she could tell. She could tell everyone. She could tell who I am, what I've done. I can't take that risk.

I love her, I really do.

But I know she doesn't love me back

Of course she doesn't. She can't. Why should she, after what I've done to her? God, what's wrong with me.

I have enough confidence now to go downstairs. She looks up and whimpers. She backs into the corner and curls up into a ball.

"No, wait. Please. I just wanted to say sorry. I'm.... ashamed of what I've done." I say quietly.

The light is shining on her from upstairs, and I can see her cuts. She must have been scratching them because it's been a few days and the're bleeding. 

"Oh God. Okay. I'm going upstairs for a second, so I can get some medicine for your cuts. I'll be right back." I said. I really was sorry. I feel.... terrible about this.

MARGOS POV

He comes back downstairs. I see a bottle of some kind of orange substance in it, and some little cotton poofs. He also brought a little box of band aids.

"Here...." He kneeled down in front of me and put the orange stuff on a cotton poof. "This orange stuff is rubbing alcohol. Your cuts will heal in around a week. It's going to sting. A lot." He said. And he was right. It felt like a bee sting. As he put it on my cuts, he kept murmuring, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Light was shining from downstairs, so I could finally see his face. He had a sharp jaw, but it was softer than Uriah's. His nose wasn't big, but it wasn't small, either. He had blue eyes that were a roundish oval shape, and a medium forehead. His brown hair swept up and over in a wavy sort of way. He was strong, but not strong enough to where it's scary. He's wearing black jeans and a loose white t-shirt. But he looked tired. Or just sad. His eyes were dark underneath, and his stubble was showing.

I wonder if he's okay.

CHARLIES POV:

She frowns at me and tilts her head like a dog.

"W-what is it." I ask.

"You look... you look so tired." She says.

"I don't sleep a lot." I admitted.

"Oh..... well it shows." I said. 

"Oh. It always does." He said, biting his lip.

"No, wait. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out that way." I said quickly.

 "It's okay. I have nightmares." He said.

"I- I do too." I say.

He sits next to me. I don't move because it would be... uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable.

"Look.... I'm sorry. I know you only wanted to talk to someone. I do too. It gets a little lonely here, all alone and stuff." He says.

"Yeah...." I said. "I need someone to talk to..... I don't even know if I'm being looked for.... how long have I been here for?" I ask.

"About a month." He says quietly.

"Oh." I said.

"Yeah." He whispered.

"When can I...." I stop.

"I don't know. Can't really just let you go, you know? My names Charlie, by the way." He said.

"Oh. Ok. Hey, good thing there's a bathroom, right?" I said.

"Heh. Yeah." He chuckles. "Hey. Imma... go to bed. I'll... see you in the morning." He said.

"Oh, yeah. Okay. Goodnight." I said.

He went upstairs.