99 Paper Cuts

The days leading up...

It was a hot summer day in mid June in Texas. I was hanging out with my friend Joy. She always told me stories about two kids named Anthony and Elijah. They seemed like total douche bags. Joy shrieked and spoke loudly, "Let's go walking. You can meet Elijah! Come on it will be fun! You will love him." I looked at her and threw a jacket on hiding my cuts. "I thought you didn't like these guys?" She got up, "No I love these guys. Quinn you don't need a jacket. It's like 100 degrees outside. He won't judge you for cutting. He ain't the judging type." I shook my head and took my jacket off, revealing my Sublime tank top. I yelled at my mom that we would be right back, as we walked out the front door. We walked about two streets down when Joy decided to lay down on the sidewalk. I laughed and joined her. Damn mosquito's. I kept slapping my arms. After laying there for a few minutes I saw a tall dude approach us. It startled me because of my rape that happened earlier this month. I was still slightly afraid of men. But when I saw his hand reach down to me to help me up. Because my spine sucks at  being a spine, and I was having issues getting up. Being my stupid self I reach my cut up arm up, and he grabbed my hand softly, and pulled me up. Me being clumsy as fuck I tripped into his chest. He was tall. Taller than me. That interested me. He smiled at me, and I smiled back awkwardly. He spoke with a deep voice, "hey my name's Elijah. And you are?" I spoke sorta quietly, "I'm Quinn. Nice to meet you." He looked down at my arm trying not to draw attention to it. I pulled my arm to my chest, and looked to the side. We were about to leave when my mouth took control, "Hope you don't mind me asking, but can I have your number?" He smiled, "Of course." 

* AUTHORS NOTE This is a true story. It is about my life. Hope you guys like it :)*