True Colors (KickTheFire)

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

I'm still in the doorway, completely shocked at what I'm seeing. PJ stops what he's doing, but doesn't look up. He slowly moved the blade away from his wrist and lays it on the bed.

He still doesn't make eye contact as I cross the room and pick up the blade.

I'm am so angry. But I'm not angry with PJ. I'm angry at myself. How could I be so stupid. By the look if PJs arm, he's been doing this for awhile.

Why didn't he tell me?

My best friend. The guy I'm in love with. Cutting.

I can't believe it.

I go to his window and throw the blade as hard and as far into the street as I could; and PJ starts crying.

I see his arm is still bleeding, so I go to his bathroom and get a wet cloth to clean him up. He flinches, but still doesn't look at me.

Now im just looking at him, not sure what to do. He looks so small and fragile. Like he hasn't eaten in days.

"PJ, look at me."

Slowly, he turns his head toward me, and looks up.

And now I'm crying.

He's eyes are so sad. I can see the pain and I can't stand it. PJ is hurting inside so bad, he wants to hurt himself on the outside.

I have to help him. I want to help him.

I take off my shirt and skinnies, and crawl in bed next to him. I wrap my arm around his waist and he immedietly relaxes into me.

"PJ, I want to help."

He just cried.

2 hours later

I've been laying here with PJ for awhile, and as much as I love it, I needed food. And by the looks of it, so did PJ.

I tried to move away from him without waking him, but we were so entangled it was nearly impossible. He moaned and I could tell he was awake.

"Sorry PJ, I'm just getting some food. Do you want anything?"

I just asked that to act polite. He was eating rather he liked it or not.

"No thanks Dan." He mumbled, barly audible.

"PJ you look as if you haven't eaten in days. You're having something."  I said in a stern voice.

"Just some tea, please. And maybe some chicken soup?" He attempted a weak smile, and I smiled back.

It only took about 10 minutes to make tea and soup for the both of us. I also grabbed a stack of movies from his living room.

When I came back up, PJ was awake and playing on his phone, probably texting Chris or playing temple run.  His eyes didn't look so sad.

He looked up at me, still just being in my boxers, carrying our food and blancing a stack of movies.

And smiled.

A genuine smile.

And it gave me hope.