I woke up about nine O'Clock and saw my arms wrapped around Emily.
She woke up slowly and started blushing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know...I...um...I" I stammered probably turning bright red.
"Its fine, I mean we are friends...nothing weird about it," she said softly while blushing.
We were friends, but I felt like things were becoming more then friends.
I noticed her sleeves were rolled up from sleep and I saw cuts, scars, and burns all up and down them.
"That's why you wear long sleeves," I whispered and she gasped.
She quickly sat up and rolled her sleeves down.
"Shit," she whispered as one of her, I only have to assume, recent cuts started to bleed again.
"Emily stop! I'm gonna get a bandage and then I would like an explanation," I said softly.
She stopped and looked at me with sorrow in her hazel eyes.
I got up and went into the bathroom to grab some bandages.
Why would she do that to herself? What would cause her to hurt herself?, I asked myself.
She was stubborn but damn it was I going to get an answer out of her.
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My Irish Baby
FanfictionEmily has been living with Jack for a few years now, but he knows nothing of her past. She is his best friend and he cares bout her. But what happens when he asks about her past...what happens when he realizes that slowly he is falling in love with...
