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WARNING WARNING WARING
THIS STORY INCLUDES SOME OF THE FOLLOWING:
ABUSE
STRONG LANGUAGE (CUSSING)
DEPRESSION
ANXIETY
RAPE
If any of these topics are triggering please take caution reading this story.
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(If you need too, read the end of the last chapter)
"Don't." I hear a male voice say. It sounds familiar. I look over to see who had said it. It's the black hair boy from many years ago.
I wipe away my tears and hide the knife.
"There's no need. It doesn't make you feel any better." He says sitting next to me.
i look at him and frown.
"What do you know? You have NO idea what I'm going through!" I almost yell at him. "That is indeed true, but I've done it before. It just makes thing worse. People WILL notice, people WILL ask questions, and if people realize you DID cut, then your skrewed. They will make you go to a hospital or not let you go anywhere. They become.... overprotective and watch your every move. For the REST of your life." He says calmly. His face steadily getting red.
I look at the knife and close it as I look over at his face. He looks upset. "soo... um.. who are you exactly? I think I've seen you before, just a long time ago." I say casually. My voice is still wavering a little from crying. "I'm Zane. I think we had a run in before.. Speaking of which..." He replies.
"no... " I say seriously. " no what?" he asks me annoyed. Boy he is easy to annoy. "I... I can't tell you why or what that was about so DON'Task..." I say with tears threatening to fall down my face. He sees that I'm about to cry and..
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(I know it's to different outfits/people but it still works. just use ur imagination)
I know I'm not supposed to talk to people, and I know I'm not supposed to make contact either, but as soon as we hugged I couldn't hold it in anymore. I cried. I cried into his chest and I didn't move. I didn't want to move. He comforts me and I KEEP crying. I don't know what else to do, as all my awful memories run back into my head. They all flood back and I cry more. Soon I grow tired.
Zane's point of view
I fell bad for her. She looks awful. She has bags under her eyes, red face, loads of cuts and bruises and scars. I look over to her and see she's about to cry. Next thing I know she is crying in my chest. I didn't realize I went to hug her. IT just happened. I let her cry. I hold her in my arms and she let's everything out. a
fter about 10 minutes she falls asleep. I don't know what to do with her so I just sit there.
