(I TOOK THAT PICTURE BTW. IM PROUD OF MYSELF)
*One week later*
I have been cutting my wrists, thighs, and stomach. I'm not proud... It helps, it numbs the pain. I'm afraid Issac and I aren't friends anymore. I have been crying so much. I can't think strait. I just think of the moment he found out I like him. I'm so stupid. As I am crying, I get a text at about 11 pm.Issac: Hey, are you okay?
Me: I don't know...
Issac: Meet me at the spot.
That's what we call our place in the forest. My heart beats so fast. I get ready. I get dressed in black adidas sweats and a loose shirt and a sweatshirt over that. I fix my hair a little bit. I walk to the spot and see Issac. He goes up to me. "It's okay that you like me. I'm fine with it." He says. "Then why have you been ignoring me?" I say crying. "I just wanted to give both of us some time to think." He says. "You don't know what has been happening. I needed someone to talk to and help me. I don't want our friendship to change." I say angrily and crying. I move my hands behind my head so I can catch my breath. "What is that!" Yells Issac has grabs my wrist forcefully. He saw my cut my wrists when my sleeve dropped when I put my hands behind my head. I start to cry even more. He pulls up my sleeves and there are old, new and fresh cuts. "Why would you do this!" He yells. I pull my hand back and back away crying and scared. He seems really mad. "Do your parents know about this!" He says. I shake my head no. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I can't help it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out." I say with my voice shaking and cracking. "It's okay. Calm down." He says as he pulls me in for a hug. He holds me to his chest and I cry even more. The last thing I want is for someone to feel bad for me. "It's okay. Just don't do it again. Please... I care about you too much." He says stroking my short hair. "Please don't tell anyone." I say crying. He doesn't say anything. "Where else did you cut?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders. "I don't want to say." I say. He takes me to his house into his room. No one seems to be here. He puts me on his computer chair. He cleans the cuts with a warm rag and some antibacterial stuff. He lifts a pant leg and sees more cuts. He looks like he is about to cry. He cleans those too. I don't want him to see my thighs or stomach. His room is dark and smells like him. He looks up at me and hugs me after he is done. He sits on another near by chair. "Why did you do this?" He asks. "Is it because of me?" I just stare at him with sad eyes. "Please tell me." He says. I shrug my shoulders. He places his hand on my thigh and I twitch from the pain, but it didn't really bother me. The pain goes away. "I just thought you would stop being my friend and thing I'm weird." I say. "No, you are my best friend. I won't stop being your friend just because of this." He says. A tear slides down my face and he holds me. I know it's kind of stupid to cut for this reason, but I really love him. I don't want him to leave my life. He turns on some movies so we watch them on his bed. I get sleepy and I don't have to worry because my parents and his parents aren't home. He holds me until I fall asleep.
------------------------------------------------------I wake up in Issac's arms in the morning. I lay there for a while because I like that he is holding me. I hold his hand and play with his fingers. I stare at him for a while and I doze back to sleep.
I wake up once more and he isn't in the bed. He comes into his room and sees that I am awake. "Hey." He says with a smile and sits on his computer chair. He types something into his computer and writes some sort of paper. "What's that for?" I ask. "Oh. My mom wants me to apply for a certain class and I have to write a paper. I am just writing one thing." He says. A few seconds pass. "There." He says striking his keyboard and closing the app. "What's it about?" I ask. "It's just telling them why I would be good for that class." He says. "Are you hungry?" He asks. I shrug. "There is a coffee shop down the street if you want to go there with me." He says. "Okay." I say innocently with a smile. "When do you want to go?" He asks. "I'll just get ready at my house then we can go." I say. He agrees and I go to my house. I look in the mirror and my hair somehow isn't crazy like it always is in the mornings. I style it and put on some fresh clothes.
(That top and these bottoms)
I throw on a sweatshirt to cover up my cuts.
I see Issac outside and I walk outside and we start walking and talking. We get into the coffee shop and Issac asks what I want. I brought money just in (; case. (Reference from my other series lmao) "Just an iced frap." I say. He orders and we sit down at a table. He has the same thing as me but with whipped cream. Issac texts someone on his phone, puts it down and takes a deep breath. "You know, you are really beautiful." He says. It was at that moment when I realized this was a date. I smile and cover my smile with my sleeves. "Why do you say that?" I ask. "Because you are." He says smiling, staring at me passionately. I smile even more and feel like crying with tears of joy. I feel like he is just saying that, though. "You're blushing." He says smiling and giggling. "Stop..." I say giggling. An employee gives us the the thing that we need to pay. (I forgot the name of it for some reason 😂) I reach out to grab it but Issac snatches it away. "Fuck you." I say giggling. "Hey, you're fucking thirteen, you're not allowed to cuss." He says. I laugh. "You just cussed a-" I got interrupted by my own laugh. We leave and start waking. He takes me to my house and we say bye. I go in and flop onto the couch. I can't believe that happened. He is so cute.
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I'm so sorry that I haven't updated. I have been super busy with school n shit. I'm also a lazy cunt. Goodbye. (:
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