Shattered Glass✔️

Chapter 4

"Greyson why you here?" Shit once again I don't know if I cleaned up the blood in my bathroom from last night.

"Uh..to hangout with you idiot....don't you remember?" Greyson asked. Shit again, I forgot he was coming over today.

"Oh. Yeah. Guess I forgot." I blushed from embarrassment.

"Anyway. What were you doing?" he asked.

"Umm, reading."

"Of course you were reading that's all you do."

"If you only new." I mumbled.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Greyson asked confused.

Shit once again. He heard me.

"Oh nothing.."

"Whatever Dam. Shit sorry..."

I sigh. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean to..." I say getting sadder then I already was.

We heard a knock on the door and Greyson walked over to my door and opened it which reviled my 5 foot tall sister standing in front of my 6 foot 3 inch best friend.

"Why do I feel I weird vibe in here?" she asked.

"N-no reason get out." I stuttered for a reason that I don't know.

"I came up here because mom sent me, to tell you two idiots that it is lunch time and to come downstairs for lunch."

"Oh. Sorry"

"Yeah..." And with that Delilah walked back downstairs, shutting the door behind her.

"What the hell was that? I usually have to yell at you guys to stop talking. But that, that was something else."

"Oh umm. We got in a fight last night. Yeah!That's it we got in a fight." I lied.

"Okay then, I believe you. Now lets go." Greyson says while grabbing my wrist trying to pull me downstairs.

I wince in pain and pull away.

Shit!

"Give me your wrist... Now." Greyson demands.

I look down at the floor and put my wrist in front of me, Greyson gently grabs my wrist rolling my sleeve up to show my bandages. I heard a gasp come out of his mouth, he then unravels my bandages when he finishes unravelling the bandages he gasps even louder. He gently runs his hands over the scars.

"Why the hell would you do this to yourself?" Greyson asks. Tears dripping down his face.

"Y-you wouldn't..." I sigh. "There are a lot of reasons.."

"And they are?"

"The one I trusted the most left me on my birthday, because of my mom.. And my d-dad died when I was 5 and I guess I fell into a deep depression when I was 10 and when I was 12 I started cutting thinking it would solve my problems but you see how that turned out."

*I love/hate editing. I love it because of certain things in the these are lies but y'all don't know yet. And I hate it because I hate looking at my shitty writhing skills.*

"Damien I'm so sorry." He hesitates. "Can I tell you something?"

"I guess."

"I love you."

I was in shock, my best friend/crush just confessed their love to me. But what shocked me even more is that I kissed him, I kissed Greyson. We stopped and realized we were supposed to be downstairs for lunch. We ran downstairs while the both of us were trying to hide our blush.

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It was after supper when Greyson had to go home, so I was sitting on my bed thinking about Greyson when the thoughts I hoped that would never come came.

(I would never say these next few words cause I totally support the LGBT community)

Gay faggot.

You have to cut.

Kill yourself you ugly gay faggot.

Take your razor blade and end it all.

I couldn't do it anymore I let my thoughts consume me, so I went over to my desk and opened up my top drawer and pulled out my razor blade and headed to my bathroom.

*dying on the inside*