Why Me?! (Bajancanadian fanfic)

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~~~Next morning~~~

Elizabeth's POV

I woke up in my bed. My arm was sore. I just ignored it. I changed into some jeans and a long sleeve shirt. It was summer but I needed to cover the bandages. I walked downstairs and of course, Mitch was up. He was sitting down on the couch quietly watching TV.

"Hey Liz! Morning!" He said all happily.

"Morning." I said. I was still a little sleepy.

He got up. "Come on I gotta show you something." He said grabbing my arm.

"Ow!" I screamed. Of course he had to grab my bad arm. He jumped at me screaming.

"Sorry! What happened to your arm?" He asked. I guess he really didn't like hurting me the way he looked.

"Nothing." I said. I tried to pull my arm away, but he was too strong. He grabbed my hand and rolled up my sleeve. He looked at the bandage, looked up at me and didn't say a word. He looked back down and took the bandage off. I was still tugging my arm, but once the bandage was off, I stopped. Too late to try to have him not see.

"Liz. You didn't." He looked up with me with tears in his eyes. I pulled my arm back.

"I'm sorry Mitch, I did." I said.

"Why?" The tears started rolling down his face.

"Because. Everyone hates me, I'm ugly. No one likes me."

"I don't hate you. I don't like you either." I looked down at the ground. Wow. Thanks. "I love you." He said. I picked my head up and looked into his eyes. The tears were streaming down his face. "Your not ugly. Your beautiful. But you could be the ugliest person to other people, but to me, you are the most beautiful person in the world. I don't care how you look. No one can ever make me change my mind. And one more thing, a lot of people like you. Especially for who you are." He said. I cried even harder.

"But Mitch! The real me is broken. The real me is depressed. The real me is sad. But I don't show it. I'm never myself. I've never been myself." I looked back down at the ground as I said that.

"You are when you're happy and when you're sad. You've always been you. You just haven't shown your emotions" he said. I loved how he knew me better than I did myself.

"Damn you know me well." I said smiling, but still looking down.

"Pick up your head princess. You're crown is falling." He said. I smiled he lifted up my chin and kissed me. I loved him. He made me feel happy. So did his friends.

"Promise me you will never do this again?" He asked.

"Promise." I said. He smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

Could I really keep the promise?