Noah's POV
I've been here a week, and I got more suspicious of the cut Devon got. It didn't look like the mirror got him, the cut was to clean and precise. When he left to go buy some groceries, I went to the bathroom. A loose tile stuck up from the floor; a bloody razor was taped to the bottom.
Noah: Why is there a razor, a bloody one at the, underneath a tile?
Devon: ...
I can explain
Noah: You cut yourself, didn't you?
Devon: A little while ago...
I stopped though
Noah: Yeah, after the "mirror accident"
Why didnt you tell me?
Devon: I knew you'd get mad...
Noah: Damn right I'm gonna get mad! You have a family, you have friends, people who care!
I don't!
I live with a foster family who doesn't even want me!
I'm the kid everyone, EVERYONE picks on!
Devon: I'm sorry...
Noah: Whatever
Devon: Don't be mad baby...
Noah: I'm not mad... More like disappointed
Devon: Oh...
*Devon is typing*
Tears ran down my face as I saw the messages roll in. Tayla saw the messages and hugged me tightly.
"Don't cry Noah," she said trying to calm me down, "his parents are never home, he doesn't have many friends. He's in a rough spot too."
"He could of told me. I would of helped," I said choking back tears
New message
Devon: I'm sorry baby... I wish I never did it. Honestly, until you came into my life, I wished I wasn't born. It hurts... And knowing I hurt you, hurts the most... We'll talk about this when I get home...
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LosoweShy boy Noah McCree was the smartest boy in class. He never missed a day of school in his life. Colleges have thrown applications at his feet; colleges through out America given her full rides. ~ Wild child Devon Jacobson is the most popular boy in...
