Warning: May be triggering do not read if you are triggered by self harm.
"...And then I was like 'don't take my freaking Snickers!'" Isaac had just finished a story about his apparently sucky boss. Lauren was in the backseat listening intently and giggling every so often. Isaac's a cool dude. Through the years I've known him I've never seen this side of him. I barely recognize then the man sitting next to me. I look in the rear view mirror and see Lauren looking out of the side of the car. Her hair is flowing everywhere like a sea of strawberry blonde water. Never ending but constantly flowing. She looks so content. Like she could stay this way forever. She rolled up the sleeves of her sweater since it was rather hot. I notice little pink horizontal lines on the tops of her wrists. Why would she ever want to hurt herself? I mean I understand her situation with her father is enough to drive anyone to do something like this, but she's so strong. I thought she was stronger than this. I'm even more horrified when I see fresh cuts on her other arm. When did she do that? The had to have been from either yesterday or the day before. "Look out!" Isaac yells. I swerve out of the way just in time to avoid getting hit by a semi truck. I hear Lauren scream and look back to see her with her eyes screwed shut and her tiny hands gripping harshly onto the sides of the car. The peeks one eye open. "Is it over yet?" She whispers. I just laugh. "Yes, it's all over, you can open your eyes now."
"Congratulations Oliver you almost sent us to our firey demise. Thank you for that." Isaac says sarcastically. Lauren giggles and goes back to sharing out the window. The sun is starting to set and we're out in the countryside which means there might not be many hotels nearby so we just chose the first one we saw. It was a lot nicer than the last one and didn't have a creepy front desk man. Which I was thankful for. We got up to our room that had a queen size bed and a little pin striped fold out couch. "Okay Isaac there's two of us and one of you so you can take the couch." I said smiling smugly at him. He fake gasped. "I am appalled! I must alert the media of this injustice!" I gave him the 'you better do what I say or I'll tell your mother about this' look. "Fine." He said exasperatedly, walking over to unfold the couch mumbling something along the lines of 'how degrading.' After unfolding the couch he put his 'Mets' baseball cap over his eyes but not before telling us to shut up and go to sleep. I crawled into bed next to an exhausted Lauren. She was cuddling into my chest trying to get into a warm and comfortable position. "Lauren?"
"Yeah?" She whispers tiredly. "Why'd you do that to your arms?" She looked at me with wide eyes and sadness scrawled all over her face. "Goodnight." She said sternly turning away from me. Oh great now she hates me.
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So yes a little more drama for those of you who liked this. No, I am not making light of cutting. This was only for the sake of the plot.
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😘-Jill
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Romance"All the pain, all the abandonment, all the suffering she went through, and it made her nothing but kind."
