Love: Fighting Depression(boyxboy)

Chapter 8: Gone

I’m going to try and get back to my schedule for writing for you guys! I’m dealing with crap and I’ve been lazy, which is bad because this is the only thing that brings me out of these shitholes, so I’m going to try and schedule myself! Let’s see how this goes!

 

Enjoy!

 

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Love

Fighting Depression

Chapter 8

Gone

 

~{</>}~Eden~{<\>}~

 

Jay and I walked off into the park in the middle of the school, towards a clearing at the very center where the sun shined down into it, through the foliage, making an amazing eye bursting sight.

 

We sat down at one of the benches and I finally got the courage to ask, “So what are we?”

 

He looked at me confused, “What do you mean?”

 

“Well, we kissed and now we’re sitting here like we’re together, but… What are we?” I asked, scared of the answer I would be given.

 

“I don’t know, it depends on you,” he said, looking beyond the trees, expecting me to say something I wouldn’t.

 

“I… I don’t know if I can trust someone like that again… Just give me time,” I said, he looked hurt, but nodded. Hugging me tightly before saying, “I’ll give you time, but if someone tries to take you from me, they’re dead.”

 

I laughed and put my head on his shoulder, watching the sunshine flicker from the leaves moving in the wind.

 

Damn it, how am I going to keep a lie from him? I totally like him that way! AGH! This is what you get for being an idiot Eden! I scratched my wrist and felt a stinging, I looked down to see that I had reopened a scar. Shit.

 

Jay hadn’t noticed so I covered it, letting it bleed, my wrist stinging in the air, I felt like ripping my hand off.

 

The bell rang, signifying the start of the classes, “So, um see you later?”

 

I nodded, trying to ignore the urge to continue scratching my wrist, “Okay bye.”

 

He left and I stared at my hand, it had streaks of blood running down it, I had been unconsciously scratching it.

 

“Fuck,” I hissed as I held it and walked to the bathroom to clean it up.

 

I slammed open the door and walked to the sink, grabbing paper towels on the way. I soaked the towels with water and put them on my hand, yelling in pain as it stung my cuts.