Saving Grace

The hurt

As we were walking to Harry's car I could hear him try and say something, but it just wouldn't come out. I was terrified for what he might say. What he might think. No one even knows about my cutting. I don't know how anyone would react to this.

When we were at Tiffany's the other day, I saw our hostess had cuts on her wrists as well. You couldn't really tell because they looked pretty old, and they looked like cat scratches. Which is what I think alotta people would think they are. But, I'm a cutter, and I know a cutter when I see one. That Madi girl was sure pretty, I wonder if her boyfriend Niall knows about it? Does he care? Is he worried? How is Harry gonna react? What am I saying Harry and I aren't even together.

He opened the door for me and I slid in, pausing my music and wrapping my headphones around my phone. Harry plopped inside and started the car. He let out a deep breath.

"Grace, I don't know how to approach this situation, and I don't exactly know what to say but I need to know if those are what I think they are."

"What do you think they are Harry?"

"Cat scratches maybe" ha that's ironic.

"Yea that's what they are. Harry can I go now?"

"No Grace, I know they're not cat scratches, I'm not that stupid"

"Alright."

"Grace"
I said nothing

"Grace, are you like mentally okay?"

I started to get angry, but I still said nothing.

"Look Gracie I'm not saying you're special needs, I'm saying are you mentally healthy?"

I still said nothing.

"Look, I've never really dealt with this, but I hear that some mental disorders can cause someone to be emo"

The word emo made me even angrier.

"I'm here to help grace"

I still said nothing

"Whatever Grace, I'm trying to help and you're not cooperating"

I pulled out my phone and started texting someone back. I was still silent. I can tell this made Harry mad, he took in a deep breath and wrapped his knuckles around the steering wheel.

"Grace" he sighed harshly as he turned the corner to get into my street. My phone started ringing and of course, it was my boss calling.

"Hello?" I answered and I felt the angry Harry slam on the breaks.

"Grace get you and your psycho ass out of my car" he faced forward calmly breathing. He unlocked the door and I got out.

As soon as I closed the door, he drove away. And I felt a part of me wish I wouldn't have been such a bitch about it. Another part of me replays the word "psycho" spilling from his mouth over and over again and I can't tell if this is hurt or pure, pure anger wash over me.

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