Thin Ice

Brooklyn

       I snuck quietly downstairs, then slipped out the back door after making sure everyone was asleep. I waited in front of the house, we shared a driveway. I took a good look at my dad's house, This was only my third time being here since he left. My dad has a huge house. I put my hands in my pocket, all of a sudden I felts something cut my finger... The razor. I took it out of my pocket, might as well. I ran it across my left wrist twice, before putting it back. I felt my eyes getting puffy again, as tears slowly ran down my cheeks. This wasn't helping my allergies.
"Aeron?" I heard Brooke call my name.
"Sorry." My voice crackled as I wept. She pulled me into a hug, she rubbed her hands on my back.
"It's okay, just let it all out." I'm surprised she didn't call me a little bitch for crying like my uncle did.
"I cut again." I whispered to her. She pulled out of the hug.
"Show me." I rolled up my sleeve to reveal 6 cuts on my left wrist, and 4 on my right.
"Do you have the razor with you?" She asked me. I pulled it out of my pocket, then handed it to her. She pulled her sleeve up, then cut twice on her left.

       "Why did you do that?" I asked her.
"You do this to feel better, seeing you sad makes me want to feel better so I did that."
"I'm sorry." I said to her, thinking I f'd up again.
"Oh quit apologizing, you didn't do anything." She whipped the tears off my face.
"Do you know what we do now?" She asked me.
"No."
"Here, follow me!" She yelled as she ran toward the trail behind our house. After a few minutes she stopped to turn her phone flashlight on, so did I. After a mile, we finally got down to the water. It was a lake, across from the city. She sat down on the bench, I sat next to her.
"Woah." I said as I saw the view.
"Isn't it it beautiful?"
"Yeah." She stood up and looked at me.
"This is what we do." She threw the razor into the lake. I felt better.
"Thanks." I said to her. She pulled me into another hug. "It'll be better soon." She whispered.

       On the walk back, she asked me why I was depressed. I told her that my parents got divorced and I had to move in with my abusive uncle. I felt like I could actually talk to her, she really understood. She listened.

       "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" She looked at me as we stood in our driveway.
"Yeah, see ya tomorrow."
She gave me one last hug before we went our separate ways, by this time it was close to 1 in the morning.

       I snuck in the sliding glass door at the side of my house, praying that it wouldn't be making any noise. It didn't. When I got back upstairs, I just laid on my bed and smiled. She makes me happy, really happy actually.

       She makes me forget just how broken I am.