Half a heart

Chapter ten

Half a heart

Chapter ten

Zach decided to go through withdrawal on the day I would go to a support group.

He caved into the scars that itched below the surface.

And of course my mom wouldn't let me go to the hospital to stay by his side.

She made me go.

I of course was itching all through the group.

"Hello guys... Let's go around in a circle and say how long we've been clean or our problem." The head councilor explained.

They went around and when they reached me I stood up.

"Hi, I'm bailey shale... I'm about four months clean. My problem? I fall to hard for someone and they leave me."

That didn't just mean Zach.

That meant my father. I loved him as a father and then he left.

I let too many people in my heart and they tug and mend and morf it into something it's not. Then they break it. They drag me over the cliff and make me do something, after I do it they drop me. They break a promise and they break me.

But I didn't have to worry about Zach, he'd never leave me.

"Would you like to share your stories?" He said after we all introduced ourselves.

One girl was Jessica, she had the same problem I did.

She was bullied so bad it dug into her brain, and dug into her arms.

She didn't draw "art" she just scraped.

I stood up.

"I was abandoned... I cut... I fell in love and lost it... I cut again... He came back and healed me. We heal each other." I said.

"You have an interesting story, you should write poetry."

"I draw." I said.

"Not on your arms."

"Yeah, on a canvas." I said.

He shrugged and moved onto the next person.

"Hey, that boy sounds nice how'd you meet?" She leaned over.

"School... Although I'm pretty sure it's luck."

"We don't get 'luck' we get karma... Although I don't know what I could've done in a past life that was so bad to deserve this." She said stretching out her arms.

"Maybe we didn't do anything bad, maybe were still learning." I said.

"What?" She said.

"Maybe were still learning that they're are bad things. God chose the strongest kids and gave us this problem because he knew we could handle it."

"Well I feel like proving him wrong." She smiled.

"You can't prove him wrong." I said.

"I'm not as strong as he thinks."

"You've made it this far." I raised an eyebrow like "hah, gotcha."

She rolled her eyes.

The clocked struck 3 and we gathered out.

Well I bolted to the door and too my car.

I learned to drive last month.

My mom said instead of cutting I should just drive. So I did. Straight to the hospital.