Lost

Chapter 5

When it started to become dark her mom came in.

"I'll drive now," she told Angel.

"Okay." She pulled over to the side of the road. When the RV stopped I got up, and then waited for Angel. She got up and walked out the door. I followed her into the kitchen. "Okay, so you're gonna have to sleep on the couch tonight, or else you can convince Tom to sleep on the couch, then you could sleep on his bed, but its your decision. Good night." She ran into her room, without another word. Strange.

I walked through the hallway to the room, but before I could go to sleep I had to know that Angel was okay. I slowly walked to her door.

I put my ear against the door, hoping no one came out in the hall and sees me. I listened. I heard heavy breathing and sobs. What's going on?

I slowly opened the door, just a little, enough that I could figure out what was going on. I looked in. She wasn't on this side of the room. I opened the door a little more so I could slip in. I got in, closed the door, and looked around the small corner.

I saw her. She was shaking. I forgot that I wasn't suppose to be in here, and walked over towards her. I stood up on my toes to be slightly taller, that way I could see what was going on, without her knowing I was in here.

I watched blood trickle down her wrist to the floor. She grabbed a razor and began to cut above the already bleeding cut. My eyes widened.

"Angel," I said her name shakily. I stood on my flat feet. She quickly cut, hid the blade, covered up her arm, then looked behind her. She looked at the ground where I was standing, and slowly looked up at my face. She had a couple of fresh tears rolling down her face.

"H-how long h-have you b-been standing there?" she stuttered. I sat down on the ground next to her. I motioned her to give me her arm. She uncovered her arm, tears streaming down her face. I took her arm and looked at the cuts. I wiped the blood from the fresh cuts with my finger, and wiped the blood onto my pants. She flinched when I touched them.

"Sorry," I apologized, looking at her face again. Tears continued to stream down her face. She looked the other way once she realized I was looking at her face.

I looked back down at her wrist. I cleaned off the blood once more, then kissed her wounds. She turned her head back to me. She had stopped crying. I looked up, and kissed her forehead. "Its alright, I'm not going to let you hurt anymore." I let her arm go.

She looked down at her wrist, still bleeding. "I'm going to get something to clean up your arm. Be right back." I got up, walked out her door, then ran to the bathroom.

I opened the cabinet thing and looked for peroxide, and maybe some cotton balls, and if there are cotton balls maybe some medical tape too. I only found peroxide and medical tape. I just went to the kitchen and got some paper towels. I ran back.

I walked in. She was now sitting on her bed with cotton balls next to her. I closed the door behind me. I walked over to her. She watched me walk, her face now emotionless. I kneeled down by her feet. She handed me the cotton balls. I weakly smiled at her. I grabbed them, then set them down by the rest of the things. She held out her arm. I looked at it. The bleeding had slowed down.

"You know it's going to sting, right?" She nodded her head. I held her hand, then put some peroxide on a cotton ball, and lightly rubbed it on her cuts. She flinched a little and looked away. I grabbed a new cotton ball and put it on her wrist, then taped it on for a while. She looked at the cotton ball taped to her wrist.

"Just put the stuff in the corner for now," she told me. I nodded, picked everything, and put in the corner. I looked at her. She was covering up her wrist with her sleeve.

"Where's the razor," I asked her softly. She pointed to the edge of he bed where she was sitting. I scooted over to it and picked it up carefully. I put it in a paper towel I had grabbed, then set it down by the other things.

I got up, walked over to her, and kissed her forehead again. I looked at her with worry. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, got up, and went under her blankets.

She laid down on her side, her eyes beginning to close. "Good night," I whispered, leaving with the stuff. I went to the bathroom and put everything away. I threw the razor away. Then went the room and went to sleep.

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