Never Gonna Be Alone

Chapter 15---What Seems To Be The Problem?

Laten woke up at 6 O' clock the next morning, surprised that he got sleep and have not woken up still tired.

He missed those rare mornings. Laten sighed as he got up, and got his cell phone so he could dismiss his alarm.

His eye still from the other day, but it was a dull pain. Definitely something he could deal with. He knew he wasn't suppose to go back to school today in the first place, but like hell he was going to let those kids win. He will not give up.

He sighed again, and went to get his clothes for his shower. His "normal" clothes were just some faded blue jeans, and a hard-core rock band T-shirt. He had almost 6 of those.

After he gathered all his clothes, he went into the bathroom to get ready. After he took off his shirt, he stopped to look at all the cuts running up and down on his arms.

Most of them were fade out, pink lines everywhere, except for the more recent ones. They had a scar in front of them. For some reason, he wanted to get his blade, and make one more just to make sure they will never fade.

It was a nice thought, if only he had his blade. Although, he still had that knife he knacked out of the kitchen that he never told his father about. Tankie had said to call him anytime he felt like this. If it only were that easy, he'd be happy. He knew how the conversation would start. He would say that he felt like cutting again, and Tankie would ask him why.

Laten decided not to make a cut. They would know if he made one or not eventually. Laten didn't really have an answer for why he needed to make a cut. He took off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower, and let the hot water relax him. He should have taken one last night, but with everything that has been happening, it slipped his mind.

Then something hit him. Laten realized something. He never wanted to believe it, or even admit it to himself. Tankie was right. He really was a cutter. He became one of them he didn't really understand until now. The worst part of it was that he didn't really want to stop.

Another problem was that he couldn't really see the problem. He knew it was a problem physically. He coulden't admit to himself that he did indeed have one.

What was Laten thinking? This was not the time to be thinking about that. Laten continued with his shower trying not to think about cutting, his Godfather, or his best friend. All he thought about was was getting ready on time, and being out of the house on time. He knew he wasn't going to accomplish that anytime soon, unless he quit dwelling on his own self-pettiness.

With that in mind and nothing else, he finished his shower, got dressed, and went into the living room. At least somebody left the T.V on so that he could see. He was getting ready to head into the kitchen, when the house phone rang.

Turning around to get it, he saw who it was. Why that person was calling on an hour like this, Laten had no idea. All the more, he picked it up, and answered the phone. Hey, Mr. Danial. How are you?"

The voice on the other end replied, "Hey, Laten. You can call me by my first name, but not when we're in class. I'm doing good. How about you?"

Laten smiled at the sound of his Godfather's voice. "I''m doing good I guess. Are you sure I can call you by your first name. It was so weird to call his teacher by his actual name. He would have to remind himself that he could...but not in class of course.

"Hey that is really good! I'm happy to hear it. I'm doing good, and yes. It's fine. Oh, is your father home?"

Laten checked the time. Thirty more minutes. That was good. He needed the time. "Yes, he is, but he's still sleeping." Laten walked into the kitchen with the house phone."