Lost

Chapter 8

After breakfast we went back up into her room. What would we do anywhere else? I admit, we're lazy.

"How can you hide them so well," I asked, curious how they could look like they were never there.

"They weren't hidden that good. They were still visible," she told me.

"Well, they weren't for me." She opened a drawer on her makeup, hair, mirror thing. She took out a bunch of makeup and some makeup cleaning wipes.

She started by cleaning off the makeup on both her wrists. I stood behind her watching.

When she finished cleaning up her wrists I looked at them. The left one was cut up worse than the right one. I looked at all the healing scars.

With out thinking my hand went on her wrist, where they were. My index finger ran along all of them. Each time I touched one I felt like I knew when she had cut each one.

Angel was looking at my face, looking for a bad reaction to all this. I didn't react to it, except for the amazement, and sadness I felt for her. I took a guess of how many there were. I figured there were maybe, 70 scars that hadn't healed completely yet, and maybe 30 that hadn't healed much at all. Then the rest had healed.

It began almost four years ago, I reminded myself. Almost 1,300 cuts on her arms, some healed, some not even a little. 'One each day' I remembered her say. I got angry at the thought she had that made her do this.

"Jason," she said, voice beginning to crack. She was getting scared of me. I took my hand away from her wrist and held it close to me. I shut my eyes tightly, I had to pull my head back together. I opened my eyes and looked at Angel. A couple of tears rolled down her cheeks, tears ran down my face too. She engulfed me in a hug. At first I was nervous, but I got use to her hug fast. I got up on my knees and began to slowly put my arms around her, hugging her tightly. We sat here like this for several minutes, crying into each others arms. It was comforting.

She let me go, and I let her go. "So, I'm guessing she never cut?" I wiped her tears. She smiled as I did.

"Nah, she went straight to the thought of killing herself," I told her looking into her eyes. Her eyes wide open and her smile missing. "Two days after she had started thinking about doing it, I had met her. She told me I was lucky to find her before the tenth of October at midnight." I sat down on the floor and thought about it, then laughed at a coincidence with that. Angel looked at me nervously, and looked at me, waiting for more information. "It was the tenth when she had died, so hopefully shes happy now. She's one of the very few people who die on the day they want to."

"Hm, interesting." I smiled at her. She looked at me concerned. I rolled my eyes, got up and stood behind her again.

"So, are you going to show me how now," I asked her. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

She picked up some lotion and rubbed it on her arms. Next she grabbed some liquid foundation, I assume, and rubbed it onto her skin. Then she grabbed blush, I also assumed, and put it on her arm with a small, yet still big, brush.

"Done." I got up and went to examine her wrist up close.

She was right, up close it was still visible. I backed up a little then looked at them. They had gone missing again.

2+2=🐡 3+3=8 7+7=📐

A, B, Z!

It's easy as 1, 2, 5!

Right now all my brain can come up with is, 'Make them kiss,' but it's too early and I have more plans, and Bleck! Words!

Any suggestions?!

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