just another teenage love story

Eighteen

Forever it seemed. the moment our eyes locked it seemed like forever had passes. "It doesn't matter who doesn't want you-" I had to stop him I needed to stop him this wasn't going to end well at all. "It does when I don't even want my self" I swear my voice was only a small puff of air but no he heard it and instantly I regretted it. "Come here" his voice was soft, so soft I couldn't help it I needed his arms wrapped around me. I needed him to tell me in important. I slowly crept over to him snuggling deeper into his chest. I felt his hands slip under my shirt running them up my rib cages.

It felt nice. Until a haunting memory popped into my head when his hand started slowing down tracing over every one of my ribs. My cuts. I have a cut in every space inbetween rib from three days ago. He feels them. And now he knows. Please tell me he will forget it. Fuck. My breath hitches in my throat as his finger stays tracing the deepest one in the middle of my rib cage. "Ellie?" pretend you have no clue what he's talking about. Pretend. "What is this?" I knew he was hinting at my cut but not a word slipped my mouth. "Ellie??" "it's nothing niall" I pushed his arm away from me slowly getting out of bed. I only was able to take two steps before I felt his hand on my wrist spinning me to face him. He was standing so close to me. "show me" once again his voice was soft but with a hint of anger.

"I already said it's nothing niall" my voice was growing louder but I didn't mean it I just wanted him to drop it. I turned away from him walking to the bathroom. His voice stopped me. It was no longer mad at all but sad, so sad I had to match the voice with a face. "Why?" I spun around slowly looking at him close to tears. "Why is someone so beautiful doing something so so-" his voice cracked making him go silent. Stepping closer to me. "Let me see your scars" his question more of a demand shocked me. "W-why?" I stammered on. "So I can see all the times you needed me and I wasn't there"