EDITED BY trymenow :)
After school, I go straight home to take a bath. The blood from earlier has left a huge, maroon colored, stain on my shirt. In order for me to make sure no one saw the blood, I had to wash the shirt in the bathroom instead of the laundry room. After I finish washing it, the stain is practically gone. I throw it in my closet and trudge over to my desk to finish some homework. Two hours later, and most of my homework done, I heard the front door open. I hopped down the stairs to see who it was. It was Kyle.
“Hey! Where’s Tiffany?” I ask. They’re inseparable; it feels weird when she’s not here.
“I think she was going shopping with some friends” He
looks at me and says “What’s that?” pointing at my wrist.
I look down at my arms to realize I only have a short sleeved shirt on. “Oh that, it’s nothing. I went outside earlier and there was this super cute cat, so I picked him up and he scratched me” I prayed he would buy my story.
Surprisingly, he did. He shrugged and left with a “Whatever”.
A wave of exhaustion hit me as I made my way up the stairs planning on taking a quick nap. I slowly shifted out of sleep and snuck a glance at the clock it said: 6:30 am. What? I couldn’t of slept for that long, surely? I groan and sit up; I may as well get ready for school now. Out of the corner of my idea I could see my cell phone: 3 missed calls off an unrecognizable number. Curiosity kicked in and before I knew I’d rang the number.
“Hello?” The voice mumbles. It’s a guy voice and it sounds very manly.
“Listen, I had three calls from this number. Who are you?”
“Samantha? It’s Tyler.” Now he sounds very awake. Wait, Tyler?
“Who gave you my number?”
“You’re friend. The one with the pixie cut. I think her name is Jane.”
“Wrong. It’s Kate. Why did she give you my number?” I asked confused.
“Well, I asked her if I could have it and she said yes. Is there a problem?” I swear he’s smiling right now.
“Yes, there is a problem. I don’t talk to people I don’t know,” which is true. I feel awkward around them. I find it difficult to start a conversation and keep it going.
“I’m not someone you don’t know. We’ve seen each other at school and talk to each other. I’m not a stranger to you, if that’s what you’re implying.”
I consider it and the guy has a point. “Yeah, but,” I sigh. “I freeze. I don’t talk. I should warn you from now. If you don’t hear me talking, try to start a conversation with me or stop talking to me; whichever you prefer.”
“I like talking to you.”
Okay, I didn’t expect that. I mean, we’ve barely talked. “Why’s that?”
“Because you’re easy to talk to,” I scoff but he doesn’t seem to notice. “You’re a sweet girl. You’re almost close to perfect.”
I scoff again and this time he hears me. “I’m far away from being perfect. Listen, I have to go. I need to get ready for school.” We’ve been talking for forty minutes. “See you there.”
“Do you have a ride? I live five minutes from where you live. I can pick you up if you want.”
“How do you know where I live?”
“I saw you yesterday in a red car. Is it yours?”
“Yes, it’s mine. What? Are you my stalker now?” I joke.
He laughs. “Maybe.” I laugh, too.
“I don’t know. Like I said before, I barely know you.”
“I won’t kidnap you or anything. I’ll behave.”
I almost give in. Almost. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you at school.”
***
The day passes quickly and the only time I see Tyler is in Physics. That’s the only class we have together. Today is one of those days that I want to be alone so I ignore Tyler the whole day.
I get home and the first thing I do is take a bath from head to toe and then I go to the living room. Just as I lay down on the couch, the doorbell rings. I groan and get up.
When the door is halfway open I say, “What?” Then realize that it’s Tyler. “Oh. Hi.”
“Hi. Can I come in?” I gesture for him to come inside.
“What do you want?” I say as I sit down on the couch and start untangling my wet hair with my fingers.
He sits down next to me and says, “Did I do something wrong?”
I frown. “I don’t think so. Why?”
“You completely ignored me today.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to talk to anybody.”
“Then I’ll leave you alone.”
He stands up and I grab his hand. “Don’t leave.” I whisper. He looks at my hand and I let go of him. “Please don’t. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
He sits down. “I have a feeling that there’s something wrong going on with you. I want to know what’s bothering you.”
I think about it for a few minutes. I’ve never told anyone about me, about what happened at camp, the cutting. Nobody knows, but I want to tell someone and I don’t know why but I have a feeling that I can trust him. I sigh and close my eyes. I hold my arms out for him to see my wrists. I hear him gasp. I open my eyes and see a shocked look on his face.
“Why do you do that?” He asks. I can barely hear his voice.
I tell him the story from the beginning. When I finish, he hugs me very tight and leaves without saying a word. I stare at the door waiting for him to come back but he doesn’t. He’s gone. I sigh again and stand up and go to my bedroom and cry until I fall asleep.
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Lovers Scars (OLD VERSION)
Novela JuvenilSamantha has always been insecure and doesn't believe in herself. When things get worse one summer at modeling camp, she makes a a decision that can lead to her death. One day she meets Tyler and he seems like a trustworthy person. Little does she...
