Nathan

Chapter 12

~•¤ Chapter 12 ¤•~

Nathan's P.O.V

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and cringed at the sight. The person in front of me wasn't the real me. I'd never been that way. The guy in front of me was so pale and skinny. He seemed weaker than he could ever be. Black rings formed under his eyes and blue bruises started to form on his body. That wasn't me, not the Nathan I knew. I was affected so badly that I couldn't recognize myself anymore. I'd been getting worse each day and I was losing my hope. I knew that I couldn't do anything about it. I had to hide it all, just like the way I hid my scars.

I stared at the cuts that covered my wrists and saw the way they were healing; they weren't deep and red like they used to be. It was a good thing to me, and it's all because of Natalie. If it weren't for her, I would've been in a way worse situation than I was in now. If I hadn't hung out with her for the past month, I wouldn't have been a stronger person than I was. She made me gain a little bit of hope every time I saw her. She was my sourse of bravery, my savior. Without her I was nothing, absolutely nothing. Though I shouldn't be so close to her cause I knew I'd hurt her and I didn't want that to happen. But the way she looked at me only made me get closer to her. I couldn't help but stay with her. I wanted to see her more everyday even though I shouldn't, but I was a weak person when it came to her.

I put a white hoodie on and walked down the stairs and saw my mom sitting on the couch, tiredness written all over her face as usual. "I'll leave now mom, but I won't be late. If you need anything just give me a call, all right?" I said and kissed her forehead.

"I'll be fine, honey. Enjoy your time." she gave me a smile and I returned it.

"See ya," I called, walking out of the house with the picnic basket in my hand. Two days ago, I promised Nat I would take her to a picnic as soon as the weather got better. And today it did, so I called her and told her to get ready. And now I was making my way to her house.

I honked as soon as I reached and waited for about five minutes, then I saw her get out, wearing tribal printed green shirt and dark skinny jeans with black vans. She carried her backpack, but I was sure that it wasn't filled with books this time. She rode in the front seat and smiled at me.

"Hey. How are you doing?" she asked putting her seatbelt on.

"Great. And you?" I started the engine and drove.

"I'm good," she replied and sighed happily.

I smiled at how happy she was. I was glad to be the one that made her that way. She became my everything. She never left my mind, even before I slept I thought of her. She got me head over heals for her.

I saw her looking at me from the corner of my eye as she said, "Nathan are you okay? You look pale and tired."

I glimpsed at her with a smile, even though she had a frown on her face, and assured her. "Yeah, I am. I just don't get a lot of sleep these days". I added a shrug hoping that she would believe my lie, and luckily she did.

"Oh," she simply commented and I thanked God that she didn't go further more about it.

Suddenly I remembered that I forgot my phone at the house, and I couldn't leave without it. So I had to drive back to my house before we reached the beach. "Where are we going?" Natalie asked when I made a U-turn.

"To my house. I left my phone there," I explained and she nodded. I reached the house and said, "Hold on. I'll be back in a minute."

"Okay," she said and I stepped out of the car. I sprinted to the house and rang the bell. Mom opened the door and looked at me with my phone in her hands.