once they left I began to silently cry into my pillow...
what if they kill me..
maby I do need help
im just so afraid...
my sobs could be heard now... I didnt know what to do...
I turned into my pillow again and began to panic... I started to hyperventilate then I could see some one stop outside my door...
they poked their head in and once their eyes fell on me they ran in and began to soothe me. it was a guy. he looked goth with scene hair.
"hey, you ok?"
I tried to talk but found no words as usual... I grabbed a white bord and wrote no...
"why not beautiful?"
I stopped and stared at him. I instantly calmed and gave him a genuine smile. I grabbed my bord and marker again and wrote how when I was little my father stabbed me in my throat but we told everyone I had been playing with knives again. I couldn't hide tears so I let them flow...
'I hate rembering' I wrote to him
"me too but I swear to you... I will protect you"
he moved closer and hugged me lightly yet warmly... I let him in my bed and he rubbed my back till I was asleep...
honestly I dont know why im so trusting of him. .. I dont even know his name yet... I would trust him with my life..
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ok... I need a guy name pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....
ok.. urm...
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cya later gators^-^
~emmie♡
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Short Storyshe lay in her bathtub... still but alive... barely holding on... her blade at her side... Her note on the sink... it was all in order... the blood oozing down her arms into the cold water... she closed her eyes and let go...... seems more of an en...
