Misunderstood

Chapter 15

*Camila's POV*

I feel like no help at all. Actually I think I'm making things worse. I went after Emily and stood in front of her. She tried to keep walking but I blocked her path. "Camila you don't understand. Just leave me alone so I can go suffer alone." "No" I said. She looked up at me. Her eyes were red from crying and I noticed blood stain on her sleeve. 

"Emily even I've known you for a little time but I love you and seeing you like this I don't know. It hurts me too." I looked at her arm "I've done that before" I took off a few bracelets that I wore to hide the scars and I showed her the scars on my wrist. "I stopped. It took a while and yes it was hard and I want you to stop too." She looked away. "You don't understand my hurt my pain. My dad died 3 years ago my brother is an asshole jerk that is now in jail. My mom she has to work double jobs and doesn't have time for me. I get bullied." I saw new tears build up in her eyes. I sat her down and I sat next to her putting my arm around her. "I-I used to be popular I had a boyfriend who I loved very much. My so called friends and him were the ones who left me when I most needed them. I have no one Camila. I'm alone. You can join them after all that's what everyone does"

She let the tears fall silently. I pulled her close. There was  no way I was going to be like the rest. She needs me and I need her. I softly started to sing to her as if she was my little sister. 

 I stopped "Emily, you know what, I'm not like them. I don't judge people by their story. You need me and I'm going to be there for you. I love you" I smiled at her. "I don't understand how you love me. I can't believe it. My brother told me that no onw really loves me I mean look at me. Ugly, depressed, cutter." "Ha Emily you are very beautiful, Everyone gets depressed at some point. And remember I was once one so it don't matter to me."

We sat there in silence for a while. She looked at me. "Camila I don't know what I would have done today with out you. If you wouldn't of came after me today would of been the day of my death. You saved me and I don't know what to do in return." I thought for a while. I don't want anything well maybe one thing. "You don't have to do anything it's just friend love you know, But I would like it if you tried to stop cutting." She looked down at her arms. "I'll try" She mumbled. I smiled and so did she. I noticed her dimples. "Aw you have dimples!" I yelled poking them. she giggled "I don't show them much" "But you really should their adorable!" She smiled again "Thanks"

There was another silence. "Hey you have a beautiful voice by the way." She said I smiled "Yeah thanks I really don't sing in front of people but I'm ok with you" "well you should sing more it's amazing" I just smiled "Thanks" I said.

*Emily's POV*

Today I was ready to die. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm just tired of it. If Camila wouldn't of showed up I would of most likely killed myself, but she saved me.

I walked home after a few hours at her house. I looked at the time 2:30 school ended at 3:30 and my mom left for work at 3. So I better have a good reason to show up an hour early.

I opened the door and walked in. I saw my mom in the kitchen. She turned around when she heard the door open. "Emily? What are you doing early out of school" I stood there for a second. "I um wasn't feeling good I think I might be sick or something" Cheesy I know I hope she buys it. "Mhm sure.." dang  "I'm not going to say anything because I don't feel well myself." good. Good she didn't say anything. "How come?" "I don't know" She said and went back to do whatever she was doing.

I walked up to my room and sat my things down. I didn't notice the blood stain on my sleeve. Good thing my mom didn't see it or else she would of killed me. I took off the shirt and put on a T-shirt. I looked at the fresh new cuts. I'm going to make them the last ones I ever put on myself.

I got my laptop out and got onto Facebook for the first time ever there was no hate posted on my wall. i went to twitter. No tweets about me. Instagram: None either. I smiled. I hope this stays and I hope there is more smiles on my face.