One day

CHAPTER 8

Why. Why me. Why can't I just be happy. I locked my door and grabbed my little box. I slowly opened the box and carefully took out the shinny little blade. 1 week clean, gone. I grabbed a tissue and pressed it into my skin. I watched the blood trickle.

"Stop" a boy walked out of the corner of my room. I hurried and tossed my blade into my box and put the tissue on my arm.

"Don't scream."

"Who .. Who are you?" I whispered terrified as ever.

His voice was like the one I had heard the other night. He was very very pale and skinny. He had light brown longish hair that just covered his one eye. He was wearing a polo shirt jeans and converse.

"I'm Liam." He smirked. "Please don't be frightened by me."

"Get out of my room! I don't even know you!" He looked like he had scars around his neck from something. As he slowly pulled his sleeve up.

"Look" I saw lots of scars cover his arm. He then hugged me and said he cared about me. It was weird because this total stranger made me feel really good and I didn't even know him. Or how the hell he got into my house.

"Ok now who are you?" I pushed him off of me. He stood up and looked at me with these soft blue beautiful eyes.

"Don't worry about that." He turned into my closet and I jumped up. I tore some shirts to the side and looked threw my closet to find nothing, no one.

(Sorry for the super short chapter again! And thank you so much if your actually reading this! I'm working hard on it c: no hate please. Constructive criticism is okay tho. I'm trying my hardest on this so let me know what you think. Thank you c: )