*Nathan's P.O.V*
There she was, the last time I saw her was on my middle school graduation, and its been a year. My best friend of all times, whom five years ago bullied me, but after a while we became inseparable. Who knows how or why.
And that dork was talking to her, pretty much flirting im sure. Asshole. He's shooting at my ex-girlfriend and now he wants my best friend?
Fuck no.
As soon as he left I slipped on April's table. My intention was too put some reason on that little head, get her away from him.
But when I took a stare at her face I went completely lost in the blues that covered her eyes, I lost perspective. She looked broken, this is definetely not the Lou I left on middle school a year ago.
Quite stronger but radiating a sadness that hurted even more my weak feelings; overwhelming me. I can't even imagine what could posibly happen.
She used to be so full of light, owned a pure smile.
Now all of that is clouded by sorrow.
The conversation turned into a fight. Usually she would have listened to my reasons, but she was so defensive I had to shut her mouth up with my own hands.
As for the conversation, it took a turn, and I realize that for both of us love life and life herself, as sure as hell wasnt going quite well.
In fact I could deduce it have been a killing year for both of us.
Regardless that I knew I felt like a drowning man, she was already at the bottom of the ocean. She was diferent, she looked dark, so sad, overwhelmed and weared a tiny cloth of venganze wich I can just hope she haven't used yet.
What the fuck happened to her? I did not dare to ask. But I also knew that its not only about that son of a fucking whore of Liam.
All I could do was doge by her side and hug her, and while doing that I felt her tears on my arms.
She have missed me more than I have missed her. And she is just in the middle of a great storm in her life.
But then, then it was when I saw; in that moment I really knew that she wasnt well. I was astonished, in shock, I was surprised and I could feel my blood go cold as I envisaged.
Her hands, those lines, the wounds in all her wrists. The scabs went from north to south and side to side, deep and shallow. Some were already healed and the scars just stayed there as a memory. Others were not even a week old, I could spot the multicolored blemish marks around some of every mark she owned.
She would have never done this to herself. Not the April Louisa Vanhousen that I met as she bullied me in seventh grade.
From no where I feel a hole in my heart. She's been alone. And I wasnt there for her, she could have died. Killed herself.
It has been worse for her than it already was.
After a while of silence I found my voice...
"Oh my little sister, I will never leave again" as I talked she holded me tighter.
Then I letted her go so I could sit in front of her. And as I contemplated her face I could imgine Liam's hand across it. The thought is unbearable, I wish I could kill him right now.
