Tears flowed from my eyes. My wrist was throbbing. When my mom hit us with the news, I now understood why she sobbed so hard and make me wait. When she told me the unfortunate news, I fell into Zayn. He held me, allowing my tears to wet his shirt.
"It'll be okay I promise. I will be here with you." I shook my head at Zayn's comment, my throat burning and suffocating.
"No!" I cried out. Knowing that my mom would die, it wouldn't end well with me. My mom was my rock, my only thing left. She instructed me to live with my uncle after she would be to pass, but it was subject to change.
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I fell asleep to a humming in my ear, Zayn's heartbeat singing me to a deep sleep. I looked up at Zayn, his face resting. I shook him, panicking that we weren't at school.
"I don't think we should go to school much anymore." He murmured out to me as I shook him awake. He grumbled before removing his arm around me.
"But Zayn I care about my grades..." I trail off, looking concerned about him.
"Online school, maybe? I don't want you going to school since it makes you unhappy." Zayn finally sits up, reading my face for a reply. He smirks before loosing himself in me. I lean forward, my head resting onto his chest.
"Thank you for caring for me." I whisper, his heart beating faster. I felt a hum in his chest as he spoke.
"Thank you for not judging me." I shut my eyes, drifting off again.
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My mom, who had come down with a case of horrible cancer and who was to die in weeks, had been admitted to the hospital around the corner. My mom allowed me to live at Zayn's for awhile, since I told her that he meant a lot to me.
"We need to talk." Zayn said as he pulled out of his driveway, backing out into the street.
"About what?" I cocked my head and he frowned at me.
"I realize that this is a very tough time for you Amber, and I'm sorry for that-"
"I don't want people being sorry for me." I cut him off. When people gave me sympathy it just made me feel weak, and lower than the person giving the sympathy to me. I knew it was an act of kindness, but it wasn't needed.
Zayn clears his throat, continuing. "I realize that this is a tough time for you and I really would like you to be strong for me and your mother. I know it'll be hard but I am here for you, I hope you realize." I nod, letting him continue. "And I would like to ban razors." I raise my eyebrows, disagreeing.
"No way. How will I shave?"
"I didn't think about that okay." He says sternly, gripping the steering wheel. "But I don't want a razor near your wrist or thigh, ever again in your life." I shake my head.
"Zayn I can't do that. I like the pain." I look down at my wrist, my various bracelets covering it. "I like cutting." I whisper while Zayn pulls over by the road. He grabs my arm, taking off all of my bracelets slowly. He took his time, his eyes concentrating on my wrist.
"I will do this everytime you say you enjoy cutting. You should never cut once again." He grabbed a pen in his console, uncapping it. He drew a butterfly. "Everytime you cut, you destroy this butterfly."
"I don't want to destroy the butterfly." I whisper shakily, looking at his detailed butterfly written on my wrist.
"Then don't cut. Don't hurt your beautiful skin babe." And then it was agreed. I would not cut, for Zayn.
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