Filling Scars With Love

Promises We Make.

Hours later we were about to have dinner. We’ll just celebrate home. Actually we always celebrate home but it’s better this way. I don’t really like being exposed to other people. It’s just …. Embarrassing, I guess.

There’s still this thing going through my mind. The promise. Will I even be able to keep Michael away from me? I’ve been keeping people far away from me, spiritually at least, for a long time. But this time …. This time it’s kinda different. He’s hard. Why me? There are a lot of bullied kids in school. Why did he choose me? I mean, yeah, I’m the one who get’s picked on the most but anyway. There’s plenty of bullied girls who are prettier and smarter than me.

I know I’m giving Michael a hard time but I can’t help it. I actually do feel him. I remember that time, 3 years ago…

                                                            ''Flashback''

“Hey Scarlett! How’s your dead friend?” – Sean said

I can’t believe him. How can he make fun of something like this? Lucy died like 6 months ago and he’s already making fun of her in front of me?! No one can ever do this! They just can’t.

“Scarlett. Hey. Arlie!” – he kept talking.

“Shut up Sean, and don’t call me like that. It’s only friends and family. You’re none.” – I said.

“Friends? Family? Which ones? The dead and adoptive ones?” – he laughed.

“Please Sean. Stop. Don’t do this again please. Just leave me alone.” – I begged.

“Do what Arlie? Telling you the truth? You can’t handle it?” – he kept going.

I know where’s this going. I’ve been through this a thousand times and I guess the best way to avoid him is to walk away.

“Okay Sean. Whatever.” – I said and left.

“Hey Arlie come back. I’m not done yet!” – he yelled.

“Yea’ sure Sean.” – I whispered.

I was almost home when I saw a girl, I guess as old as me, crying at an empty alley. Should I talk to her? I guess I should.

I was getting closer but she hadn’t noticed me yet. Her bracelets were laying on the ground, leaving her wrists exposed. She had a few cuts, 2 or 3, I guess. Nothing compared to my cuts though, they were all around my hands and pretty deep but anyway. “

Are you okay?” – I asked sitting near her. She looked a little scared while trying to cover her wrists.

“Don’t worry. I’m not telling anyone. Are you okay?” – I said.

“I’m fine.” – she snapped while grabbing her things.

“I’m just trying to help you.” – I smiled.

“I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help.” – she said and left.

Maybe she’s right. I might don’t need help either.

                                                 ''Flashback ends''

That’s how I know how he feels. But anyway I just can’t help it. He won’t be my friend. No one can be my friend. No one will break my heart again. No one can., They can’t replace Lucy. She’ll always be my only friend. Always, I'm telling you, always. Sometimes I think I’m like Snape, you know.