Beware Her Broken Heart

Chapter Nineteen

This chapter is gonna be another song based chapter, and revolves around Chelsea, to get more character development into the book.

Chelsea's Point of View

I ran down the hallway, pushing my way through the crowd of people that were begging me to fight that little crybaby. Tears stung my eyes, and for a moment I felt like the crybaby. I shrugged the thought off, running into the bathroom. Why did she want me to tell her if I was hurt or not? Does she like, stalk me or something? Or can she see it? I pulled up my jacket sleeve, looking at the fresh cuts and old scars. She didn't see them, right?

Right then, a girl walked in. I pulled my sleeve down quickly, putting on my brave and bad girl face. It was her.

"Crybaby, how nice to see you here." I said through gritted teeth, sounding more harsh that I ever wanted to. "I wanted to make sure you were alright." She told me softly and calmly. Her voice was soothing, and I could tell she really did care. I looked past her, at the hallway. For some reason, there was no one flooding into the classrooms. There was silence.

"Look, I'm fine. Okay? Just leave me alone, and I promise I'll leave you alone." I told her, genuinely. "You're not fine, Chelsea. I saw that wrist when I walked in." I felt my heart drop into my stomach. "Don't you dare tell anyone." I said, now in front of her and my voice lowered. I had a few inches on her from my high heels, but without them we would be the same size. She had to look up at me. "I won't." She whispered, smiling comfortingly.

"You..really care, don't you?" I asked, taking a step back. Araya nodded. She grabbed my hand carefully. "I have the same problem. You have anorexia too. I have it, and I can tell." Araya told me. The small girl in front of me had it, too? I nodded.

Wait. Why was I letting her into my life? Why was I letting her know about my self harm and my self hate? Because she has it too. My mind responded. I gave in. I had to. And she wouldn't tell anyone. I sighed softly. "Yes..I have it. I self harm..even if I'm perfect to everyone else, I'm really not. My parents..my mom is always a drunk bitch, and my dad is always with a slut. My brother does drugs, and people still think that we're perfect. Both me and Carlie have it..self harm issues, I mean.." I let everything out. Araya frowned for a moment, then hugged me tightly. "What are you doing?" I asked. "We both need it.." She told me.

After a long moment, she pulled away, and I could see the tears in her eyes. She wiped them away with her hoodie sleeve. "Sorry.." She whispered. "Can..can I tell you my story?" She asked, with a slight stutter. I could tell she was expecting me to say no. "Of course, Araya.." I told her, tears filling my own eyes. "Well..it's just that..my parents left me. I live on my own with Talon now, and we suddenly got a cat, and my urges and thoughts have gotten so much worse, and I'm trying not to let Talon know about it and I'm trying to just..push it away or something, but I can't.." She whispered, at the end her voice cracked, and she started crying silently.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and she raised her head and looked at me. "I know. It's hard..especially when I'm making it worse. And I'm sorry.." I told her. She smiled. "I forgive you." Araya said. I smiled as well.

"So..are we cool?" Araya asked. I nodded. "Yeah. And if anyone gives you any shit, tell them that you're friends with me and they'll shut up if they know what's best for them." I told her. "Okay!" She cheered, wiping her face off, then walking out of the bathroom.

I was friends with a suicidal girl..
And I loved it.