2)
I was in my bathroom, but I wasn't alone. A small silver piece of metal was with me.
1,2,3,4 cuts and then the door opened. It was Jake. He freaked out at the sight of blood
pouring down my arm. He immediately grabbed the closest towel and set it on my arm.
"What the hell are you doing"
"Well can't you see? I'm cutting"
"What the hell are you cutting yourself for!?"
I didn't answer. There was a part of me that wanted to explain why I do it, but another
part didn't let me. As my arm stopped bleeding he saw that I had scars.
"Why do you cut yourself," he said with a concerned look on his face.
I guess I had to tell him. At this point he had sat me down on the sink as he was
Kneeling down in front of me.
"I cut simply because I'm not good enough."
"What do you mean"
"I'm not good enough for anyone, I'm that person that eventually everyone forgets
about. My mother, my own mother! The person that gave birth to me won't even
acknowledge me"
I said as a tear slowly rolls down my skin. My arm puffed, red like wine. The blood kept
beading up, in a crimson dotted line. He kept dabbing the towel on my arm.
"Who made you think that"
"Myself I guess"
"You need to stop putting yourself down"
"I try but it's not easy"
"What do you mean"
"I just constantly find things that make me feel like I'm not good enough"
"I know we haven't spoke much but can you promise me something?"
"Sure I guess"
"Promise me you won't cut'
"I can't promise that, but I can promise you that I'll try"
"That's fine"
He grabbed a tissue from the sink and whipped away my tears. Wow, I had always
thought that Jake was a jerk, but I guess he has a soft side. I looked into his eyes,
And I guess it was a few seconds until he leaned in and kissed my arm. And in that
moment this warm feeling rushed through my body. It was unexplainable. After that
we went back into my room and put the last details on our Romeo and Juliet Poster,
even though we still had about another month to finish it.
Friday the next day at school I was sitting outside reading when all of a sudden
someone reached over and closed my book. I looked up and it was Jake.
"I was reading" I said with a smirk on my face.
"I know, have you ate already?"
"I don't really eat remember"
"Come on" he said motioning his hand toward him.
"Where are we going"
"Just get in the car" he said as he opened the door for me.
" I don't get in cars with strangers" I said sarcastically.
"Good thing I'm not a stranger"
"So where are we going?" I said with a confused face
"Wherever you want to go eat"
"It's ok you don't have to take me out"
"It's fine don't worry about it"
"No I mean it it's fine"
I was about to open the door when he locks the doors.
"I want to take you out to eat"
"It's fine you don't have too"
"But I want to" he said with a caring look on his face.
"So where do you wanna go"
"Anything is fine with me"
"How about the Salad Hut?"
"Sure"
I stayed quiet the rest of the way until we got to the restaurant. When we got there
we both ordered the Santa Fe Style salad. As we were waiting for the salads there was
an awkward silence. I had never been to any restaurant or fast food in my life.
My parents would never buy me any food from a fast food place. My mom would and
still goes to the store every week and buys frozen food. And that's basically all we eat.
"So we can take our time he said"
"Yeah but we can't miss 7th period"
"We have off campus remember"
"Oh yeah that's right"
"Yeah I'll drive you home after we're done"
"Ok thanks" I said as little smirk appeared on my face.
What was this I was feeling. I felt butterfly's in my stomach. It felt as if someone was
hugging me. Could it be. No it couldn't be, Could it be I may be falling For Jake.
