When. (Our Second Life)

Chapter 7

***Sam's POV***

"You're the first person I've ever told." she said.

I looked at her with worry plastered on my face. How could someone do something like that to someone as innocent as her?

"Rose.." I whispered, the word barely coming out.

She just sat there, face in her hands, not looking at me once.

"He's the reason I cut myself... then when other boys treated me the same way it just got worse." She looked up at me, her eyes pleading for help. "Sam, every day I have so much fear not knowing if I'm going to be fed or if he will be drunk and if he is will he abuse me or will I even be able to stand after why he's done... I can't live like this anymore!" she said, her face completely drained of any happiness.

I stood up, and walked to her side of the table. I helped her up and wrapped my arms around her. She cried into my chest, and I kissed the top of her head. She was shaking violently. I rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.

Once she had calmed down a bit, I let her go but held onto her hand.

"Let's go back to the o2l house. We can do whatever you want, kay? None of the other boys are home, they went to some party." I said. I just wanted to help her feel better.

She nodded, drying her tears, and we grabbed our drinks and left.

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Once we got to the house, we went inside. I lead her to the kitchen where we sat on some stools by the counter. I looked at Rose, and for the first time realized how skinny she was.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Yeah, I swear my uncle has NO food." she said, trying to lighten the mood. But at the mention of her uncle, I scowl, but quickly cover it with a smile not wanting to bring her down.

"Alrighty let's see here... What do you want?" I ask looking through our food.

"Umm... ok random but do you guys have marshmallows?" I give her a questioning look. She laughed at my confusion.

"They're my favorite food... I eat them when I'm sad." she said still laughing.

"Ok," I laughed with her. I looked for the marshmallows and found a bag of the big ones.

"YASSS!!!" she shouted and ran over. She grabbed one and popped it in her mouth. "Thank you sooo much you have no idea how much I love these." she says as I hand her the bag.

"You can have them, I don't really like them." I say as she gives me a shocked look.

"How can you not like marshmallows?! They are the definition of happy food!" she said as she ate another.

I just shrugged and dug around for some Doritos. I found them and started eating them.

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***Rose's POV***

"So, whatcha wanna do?" I ask, trying to be happy. It's not working. Marshmallows work for awhile, but it doesn't last long.

"Movie?" he asks. Tbh, I don't really want to.. movies are too fake for me when I feel like this. I want something real.

"Ummm.." Was all I could say.

"If you don't want to we don't have to." he said, seeing that I was still sad.

"I know it's selfish.. but I kinda wanna talk to you still. It's nice to have someone who finally listens to my rants even if they're pointless." I say shyly.

"It's not selfish. And your rants aren't pointless." he said, bringing me in for a hug. I inhaled deeply. Damn, this kid smelled good!

"Ok."

"Wanna hang in my room?"

I smile at him. I loved how good of a friend he was.

"Yeah."

We go up to his room, and I sat on his bed, crisscross applesauce. He plugged in his big purple ball lights, put on some soft Indie music, and layed down next to me.

I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with all that has happened today... I spilled all my secrets to a boy I met a few days ago but seems like I've known him for years. He told me every single secret he had as well. Now, we were just a couple of sad teens who knew every last thing about the other...

I lifted his bracelet covered arm and one by one took them off. He didnt fight it, he just let it happen. When I got them all off, I saw the scars... They contrasted so much with his tan skin. I traced the white marks lightly with my fingers, they were so thick that there wasn't a regular patch of skin for 3 inches. They were starting to fade though, thank God. I was surprised when I felt my face become wet, not realizing I started to cry.

"Rose, please don't cry. It's ok... it's been a long time since I've done it." he whispered, wiping my tears with his free hand.

"I know... but the fact that you did, i-it breaks my heart, Sam. I... I went through this... and I would never want anyone to ever have to resort to this. No amount of hate is worth this."

He sat up and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into his chest and wrapped my arms around him too. The tears that fell seemed to never end. Why am I such am emotional wreck?

For a while, we just held each other, just letting the tears free. It seemed like he was holding me together, that if he let go, all my pieces would fall apart and I'd be nothing but a worthless pile of scraps.

"Rose... can I see your scars?" he asked. I totally understood why... It's the same reason I had to look at his. So that you know you're not alone, that others have felt the same pain.

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and let go of him. I lifted up my shirt just to my bellybutton, and he saw what I had been hiding for the past few years.

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A/N: Ugh I'm seriously feeling depressed. But DO NOT WORRY. It will get happier, I promise :) thank you guys for reading, I hope you have enjoyed When. And sorry if you don't, but I would understand cuz this is one of my first fanfics..

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And for all of you who self harm, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING. Just because you don't see it doesn't mean the rest of the world doesn't. We all have insecurities, but we will get through it together. >you are NOT alone!<

•Jesus Loves You•

*stay beautiful*

~Hannah