"You misunderstand, I never said that." He quickly replied, apologizing as well.
My sight blurred, I'd closed my eyes so my tears wouldn't leak out. I don't even understand these scars myself, I'm not depressed or anything...I think, I live a pretty nice life, aside from Count Bitchula and her humpback sidetwit. I'm not popular but I know enough people, hang out with my friends and I don't exactly want to die.
If all this is so, why do I cut myself?
"Ms Bee, how did you get them? Did you do them yourself?" Stein asked, I'd almost forgotten him.
I looked up at him and open my mouth to answer but, my voice didn't sound out. A tear ran down the side of my cheek through my left eye, I'd always cry through one eye before other, I'm weird like that.
"Isabella, it's alright. You don't need to cry."
I tried so hard to let the words escape but every syllable that came out, a strangled choked sound followed. His eyes soften as he gazed at me, like he understood what I was going through. A noise escaped from Dr. Stein, it sounded like a combination of a groan and a yawn. He turned away, as he let out a sigh, raking through his dark curls.
"I-I.... I did them myself," I cried out, letting the tears run free, I shook in the bed, crying softly.
The sound of glass hitting the floor, shattering into bits and pieces was the only sound heard. My sniffles and the heart monitor filled the room as Stein hurriedly collected the glass shards.
"Y-you were the one who had asked. And now you can't say anything. Can't you.... Dr. Stein?" I whimpered, wanting a response.
His eyes came to meet mine, the look of pity he gave me. It makes me feel disgusting to be looked at with so much pity. My fists clenched, I felt angry. I don't want anyone's pity!
"Miss Myers, it's not that I have nothing to say. I didn't expect yo-"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! I don't want your pity, shut the fuck up." I cried out, tears flowing like a river and I kept shaking. I wasn't cold or anything, I didn't understand it. I tired calming down but it felt difficult to breathe.
"I'm not pitying you, I would never pity you. I just want to know why. Why did you harm yourself?" He replied, in a calming manner as he walked over to me.
"I... I don't know. I felt frustrated at the time and it was the only thing that came to mind... It helped me feel less frustrated.." I told him the truth. "The first time I placed a small blade, just a small thing that laid around my home. I'll admit, I was scared at first but then... Then I stopped caring. The blade was a bit dull but it still cut me. It stung at first," I paused, remembering how it felt, it was kind of thrilling yet terrifying. The Doctor had nothing to say, he just started at me, only then did I notice the heart monitor's beating faster than before, and I began again. "It stung a lot the first few times. I only did it when I felt alone, I hated that, but made me feel...something.. The scars healed without anyone noticing and so I stopped. I kept promising to never go back to that addicting time, but I broke my promise and I'm trying again."
Stein took my hands, gave them a small squeeze and looked at me with a weak smile. It was a small but kind gesture that I took to heart, I returned the smile but it quickly fell from my features as he pulled away and tended to the glass.
"You can leave tomorrow morning after I give you some medication for your head, you only got a small injury and you may get some headaches because of it. I'll call your friends to come get you." He chuckled at the last bit.
"Did you tell them? About the scars, I mean."
"No, I thought that it was your personal business and that others didn't need to be included. Now get some sleep."
Stein threw a glance at the clock, and flinched, he started moving faster, seemingly in a hurry then left me alone. Silence slowly began to wrap around my body like a blanket. I don't feel and ounce of fatigue, yet I'd drifted into a deep slumber and my dreams felt like reality.
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The editing process is moving a lot faster than I expected, thankfully it's due to it being the weekend, yay. I'm happy to able to fix this story. It seemed a bit rushed and my writing isn't the best so maybe the change aren't that major, it's still something.
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