More Than Friends

chapter 4

"Thats- actually- amazing. How did you do that?" I say looking down at the picture I look over and notice scabs and scars on her wrists. She shrugs and I look at her. Shes really pretty.

"I love taking pictures, and let me just say, all of you guys are so photogenic. I dont want to sound cheesy or cliche, but it was an honor taking a picture of you" she winked and I smirked a bit.

"Actually, do you mind hanging out with us? I would love for you to work with us." Her eyes shot open like firecrackers and she screamed.

"Oh my gosh, sorry- um- I would love to!" she started jumping up and down and I placed my hands on her shoulders, keeping her still.

We stared at each other. My eyes getting lost in her mixture of passion and happiness. Her face began to get red. And she smiled shyly.

"Okay, lets go." I said. I lead her back to jack and introduced them. They got along a lot better then I expected. I never really interacted with a girl in this kind of pain, so I never knew what they were like. And If I did... I never knew it. Her smile seemed warm and she didnt seem bothered at the fact that they were there.

- about a month later -

I finally had the balls to sit down with her and talk about it.

"Bailey, I know we only knew each other for a month, but I care about you and I want you to know that im here, okay?" She nodded. "We dont have to talk about this right now. But I was wondering if we could talk about the cuts?" Im trying to be as gentle as I can but my deep voice isnt helping. She looked down at her wrists and turned them over so I couldnt see them. "Bailey, you dont have to say anything if you dont want to."

She shook her head. "No, its fine. I- uh," she took a deep breath and continued. "I was diagnosed with depression and I have been caught doing self harm for a while. I did a suicide attempt when I was 15 and crashed my dads car. I had cut my wrists since I was 13... and I guess I never stopped. Photography helped. I dont do it as much now." I held her hands and pressed my forehead to hers. "My mom abused me but stopped. She called me countless rude things, like ugly, fat, whore. And she had stopped a while back when I threatened to call the police. She had tild me I should stay in a camper so we wouldnt have to talk and I could be in my own space." I planted a small kiss on her head and felt one tear leave my eye. I stayed out of her view so she couldnt see it.

"Bailey, I want you to promise me you wont do this again, okay? I want you to talk to me. I care about you a lot and I dont want to see you hurt or in pain." She nodded and I brought her into a tight hug.....