Jefflyn and Nonsense!!!!

Chapter 4

Jeffory's POV

"Now that you know about the scars, I can show you my real self. Abby was the one who saw me tracing the scars first." Katelyn glanced sadly in my direction. She continued. "I've kind of been thinking of suicide, nobody will notice with the number of scars I already-" "NO!" I cut her off. "DON'T DO IT!" I was shaking her. My grasp was tight and tears were welling out of my eyes. "You understand?" Katelyn freed herself from my tight grasp and brushed herself off. "It's my choice. I can instantly free myself from this world..." She took one more thing out of her bag, a knife. She brought the knife up to her arm and made a cut. I collapsed. "No." I was crying hard. "You were the best friend I ever had." I didn't know where that came from, but... She made another cut. I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I took the knife and held it to my throat. "I'll do it too." I inched the knife closer. "Fine. I won't cut." I took the knife, still drenched in Katelyn's blood. Blood was also leaking out of her cuts. I got a bandage and wrapped her arm up.

After that, we went to bed.

"Katelyn?"

"Yeah."

"How many cuts did you make?"

"Three."

"No. More. Cutting. "

"Okay."

"I have to make sure."

"How?"

"I'm coming down there. "

I climbed down the creaky ladder to Katelyn's bunk. I pushed her in and tucked myself in beside her. "This is weird." She said, scooting away. "Not so fast!" I hugged her, pulling her back. I was stroking her hair and humming a lullaby. That seemed to work. She fell asleep. Her eyes closed, breathing slowed. I went up to my bunk and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I heard shuffling. If she is committing suicide, I'll-She went to write in her diary. Tears ran across her cheeks. I had to read that entry. Then, she took the knife once more, putting it up to her heart. "NO! KATELYN, WE HAD A DEAL!!" I jumped off the bunk and grabbed the knife. I tucked her in once more. There were no other disturbances in that night.

I woke up to hear shuffling in the washroom. I peeked into the diary for the latest entry...

Dear diary,

Jeffory has read a few entries. I hope he doesn't keep it up. He saw my scars. Do I like him? I hope not. I don't want to get involved with him. I hate heartbreakers. I don't cry when they do break my heart, but I lock them out. I'll try to hate the guy. He is the only friend I ever had who isn't 10 years younger than me. Why do I feel so comforted with him? He may be a jerk, but he is nice. I hate to admit it, but he is the only thing keeping me from suicide. He has a real heart. That knife. That killed my parents. After the crash.

-Katelyn

I stood back, shocked. That poor girl. I wrote an entry in myself.

Dear diary,

H-hey! It's the jerk-face! I wanted to hurt your girl, Katelyn, just a day ago, but the flowers I brought hurt her more. It wasn't the complicated gestures that I showed to make her my friend, but the simple things I would usually do to someone I care about. I comforted her. I protected her. It wasn't the flirting or kisses we shared, but I truly did care about her. No matter what. Katelyn was different. She was a girl with a hard outside and an icy heart. However, under the ice, there was someone kind and true. My romantic gestures made the ice even stronger, but when I actually tried to make her happy, the ice started to melt. Only when I tried to prove her scars for myself and when I stopped her from killing herself did he ice melt. I saw it. It's like magic. It is magic. Magic that works on me. Katelyn, if you are reading this, know that I care about you, no matter what you do. I hope you care for me as well. Know that you are beautiful. On the inside, even with the ice. And on the outside as well ;). W-What? I couldn't let the person I love go without a flirt.

I <3 U. I love you.

-Jeffory the Golden Heart

I don't think she would find this page. It was on one of Katelyn's skipped pages. Everything was true. Even the I love you.