Short stories

Beautiful Art To Find A Beautiful Rose

Guys, I know lots of author say this when this sort of chapter comes up, but I feel like it is not shared enough. No I'm not going to recommend you to a self hard help line or something like that. Why? Because half the time they may just make it worse. Like if a person is self harming due to bullying. The go the help line, the help line goes to the school, the school tells off their parents, the parents punishes the kids bullying, then the kid's bullying get worse because they ratted out the bully. Sometimes it helps to fight back or too share it with someone else. Someone that would rat, someone willing to help you themselves to stop it. It sound ridiculous but this is and actual thing that happens. One last thing, be nice to everyone you meet. They might be smiling on the outside but ashes on the inside. You never know they might just be suffer the same thing as you.

Oh and I'm sorry that I'm romancing self harm. This was the only way I could think of the pair meeting. You never know this might be a way people meet the love of their lives. Not the whole random scar thing. I mean the meeting because of self harm thing.
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This is the story of how Lucido and Emily meet each other.

Lucido and Emily were two very similar people. They both lived perfect lives. They both had perfect families. They both had perfect everything or so people thought. No one knew. No one knew about their extreme anxiety. People shrugged it like it was just a phase. People ignored their signs of help. In fact they made it worse. On the rare occasions that the two had left their houses to go out with friends, they had requested that their friend order for them. To avoid the risk of stuffing the order up and wasting people's time. Instead of being kid hearted and agreeing, they were rude about it. Claiming they were lazy. This hurt them. A lot.

So every night when they came home the pair stripped of their out going clothing and cut. Lucido on his left arm and Emily on her right. The pair began to become confused by the random cuts they got. It hit them like a bullet to the head. Their soul mates were suffering the same thing. The pair had no clue how close they were to each other they stop their cutting for a few day to avoid letting the other suffer the pain. Even though they could not feel it the aftermath of the cuts were always sore.

The morning Emily was 18 something woke her up. Nothing was around her, the alarm didn't go off. It was a gut feeling. She changed herself into a shirt, dark jeans and her jacket. She fiddled with the jacket annoyed that her last clean one was a little too small for her. It showed the scars that her unsuspecting soul-mate, Lucido, had made. Lucido's were never straight on their arms. He always seemed to put a little pizazz into it. Like he was releasing the sadness and turning it into art.

Emily walked out of the house. Confused yet ready for what was waiting for her. After hours of following her gut. Letting it lead her across the street onto the train and into the city. Hunger began to block the feeling Emily had. Emily stopped and looked down at her stomach. Emily then looked around the area of the city she was in. A small cafe had sparked Emily's interest. She walked inside, the smell of coffee and fresh food entered her nose.

After ordering, luckily with no issues, her food Emily sat down at a table near the window. Waiting for her name and food. Barely even a few minutes Emily heard her name and stood up to collect her food. The spot Emily was recently sat, at was taken. Grudgingly she walked to the table right next to the door. Watching as each person walked by. The feeling in her gut had returned and it was stronger than ever. The gut feeling making Emily hot and bother. Emily shrugged off her jacket ignoring the anxiety building up from the scars.

Emily watched as each person walked by. Subconsciously looking at their arms. Just before she reached her day-dream land, a voice interrupted her. Catching her completely off guard. A little squeal was heard. She looked at the owner of the voice. A voice in Emily's head was yelling it her, "LOOK AT HIS ARM!!!" She looked down at his arms right before he could hide it away. A rose. Not just any rose though. The exact one as the one on her left arm.

The question that was thrown at Lucido threw him off guard. Just like Emily and him talking to her. "Why do you carve art into your arm?" Tears nearly dripped down his face as Lucido realised that this girl was his soul-mate. The Emily stood up tears definitely present in her eyes. "Why do you carve art into your arm?" She asked again. Lucido had no real reason but it had spilt out of his mouth,

"Beautiful art to help me find a beautiful rose."