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As I was walking to my house, I saw something moving outside my yard. "H-hello?" I yelled, hoping it was just a harmless person. "Uhhnnhg" There was some kind of moan coming from him. I walked over and patted his back. "D-don't touch me!!" He turned and batted me away. I took his arm and pulled him up. "I won't hurt you. What's your name?" I held him up while he tried to slouch. "Matthew. Matthew Williams." I smiled. At least he told me his name. "So, Matthew, what's wrong?" Matthew looked at me with tears in his eyes. Then, I saw a little glint in his hands. "What is that?" I asked, thinking it was a razor but was hoping it wasn't. I pulled it out, and sure enough, it was a razor. "Matthew?" I whispered, and took him into my house. "Well, at least I won't be lonely!" I let out a little chuckle before throwing away the bloody razor. "Don't need--" "No!! Stop!" He interrupted in a whisper. "Wha..? No. I am not allowing you to cut yourself in my house." I tried to put a mad face on which made him smile a little. "YES! I got a smmmmmiiiilllleeee!" Which made him smile more. "K, now let me get you a bed. You are sleeping in my room." I pulled him to the bedroom.
Mattie~
"O-okay.." As __ pulled me to the bedroom, I was thinking of different ways of self harm. It's not like anyone would notice, anyway. They never have. Mom, dad, all my brothers and sisters, never really care. Pretending is all they would do. __ though, has a different aura. She's always.... optimistic. "Oh! Your arm needs to be cleaned off!" She, again, pulled me, only this time to the bathroom. She pulled out a washrag and sat me down on the toilet seat. Rinsing the rag, she dabbed the water on my skin, washing the blood off. With the blood gone, __ could see my ugly, scarred, imperfect skin. "Tell me everything. I want to help." She whispered, being gentle with me. I found myself rushing to tell her. "Well, my parents didn't really love me. I was always in my brother's shadow. How great he is, how handsome he is. No one ever noticed me. I was literally invisible. If I had killed myself, no one would cry, because they wouldn't know I was dead. Then I met you. I didn't think you saw me, but you did. I was still going to kill myself until you took me in. What's the point of living when no one knows you are?" I was sobbing by the time I finished, and so was __. "I-I'm so sorry!" She hugged me tightly. It felt good to be noticed. I started to hug back. "It's okay. It's not your fault." I cooed to her, trying to stop her sobbing. "I know *Hic* but it's so sad!" She suddenly looked me in my eyes. "You will stay, right?" She had this pleading look in her eyes that made me say yes. "As long as you never forget me, yes." I had tears of joy in my eyes, laughing and crying and smiling. For once in my life, I was happy.
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