Torn Between The Two

On The Edge(Chapter 6)

Damon's POV.

I couldn't stand my appearance any longer in my mirror filled house, so I went out for a run. I grabbed my earbuds, my fully charged phone, my black Beyond The Norm hoodie, and threw on a pair of light blue low-top converse with black rims and laces. I walked out the door after shouting to my mom telling her I was leaving. I bolted out the door and ran all the way to a little cliff in the middle of the woods. I walked out the door after telling my mom I was leaving. I bolted out the door and ran all the way to a little cliff in the middle of the woods. By little cliff I mean 58ft. cliff. I walked under the baracade that is suposed to stop teens like me from sitting on the edge, and being the rebelious teen I was I still sat on the edge. I was always listening from far away to tell when cops were coming. Today at school Elizabeth had found out about Neal and Azazel. When I left it was 9:58 p.m. and in a several minutes Elizabeth would drag Azazel out the door to talk about the dating "issue". I don't uderstand the problem, but I knew Neal as a friend so I don't count. If things went well with the two, Elizabeth would text me at 11:00 p.m. I didn't think it would go well though. If it went bad then Elizabeth would text me at 10:30 p.m. and that was the most likely time.

Time Skip Can Live On.

It was now 10:18 p.m. and soon Elizabeth would call. 'Should I tell Liz who I am?' I questioned every descision I have ever made. 'Dont tell Liz anything, she will hate you!' My thoughts screamed. Damn I hate my mind.
It's 10:22 p.m.
'Come on Liz make it past 10:30!' I argued in my head making bets as to when she would call. I bet on around 10:45 p.m. as the time she would call. If I won, my thoughts wouldn't keep me up so late tonight. If I lost, I would cut a minimum of 5 times. Either way I wouldn't be hurting, sad isn't it.
It's 10:27 p.m.
'Come on Liz! Please help me.' I silently begged her. While waiting I put in my earbuds in my earbuds and the song Only A Memory played.
"I will not bend, until I break.
How much can one bruised body take?
Just not enough to silence me!
Your only a memory.
I'll scream these words 'til they come true.
Then I will think no more of you.
Look back on what I'm going through.
This isn't my identity.
You will bleed from what your hands have done.
You cant outrun your ending."
At that, Elizabeth called me. I looked at the time. 10:49 p.m. She was calling my actual number, not Damian's number. That is only on rare occasions. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" I sighed answered the phone. "Damon!" She had been crying. "What the hell? Why are you crying?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Are you at the house?" She asked. "No." She wasn't at home either. There was too much background noise. "Can you come home?" She asked. "Why?" I asked. "You aren't at home either." I stated. "Fine, I'm not home. Where are you? Azazel left a few minutes ago and I-I-I-I I cant be alone right now, my mind will consume me." She cried more. "Do you know wher the cliff is?" I asked. She sniffed and went silent for a few moments. "Yeah. I do." She said. "I'm there. Come to me and we can talk through what happened." I said and hung up.

Is This Another Time Skip? Yeah. TIMESKIPGO!!!!

Elizabeth's POV.

Damon told me where to find him and he hung up. I started walking towards the cliff when a group of girls showed up. They were all popular girls from my school. "What do you want?" I spat and continued to walk towards the cliff. When I cry my face never shows it, but my voice does. "Awe! Was poor Elizabeth crying?" One of them teased. God I hate these girls. It was Margret Jansen, Mary Selth, Avery Jones, and their leader Lillith Carey. Lilltih was a secret friend of mine and her brother was Alex, one of Neal's friends. I didn't hate Neal completely, but he has a bad history with girls and I dont want Azazel to get hurt. "And why would I tell a group fuckgirls like you?" I smirked and kept walking. "What did you call us?" Mary yelled. "I called you a F U C K G I R L!" I spelt out, laughing and running away. After a few minutes of running I finally reached the first baracade. It was 35ft. from the edge. I ducked underneath it running up to the next one. It was only 20ft. from the edge. Now I saw Damon. He had on black skinny jeans, a black Beyond The Norm hoodie, and he had his black earbuds plugged in his ears. He had his eyes closed and his head was leaned back. I walked past the last barrier which was at 10ft. Damon at the time then moved so he was laying down. I ran up a plopped down on his stomache. His eyes shot open and he instantly tried to sit up, only to fail miserably. He pulled out his earbuds and frowned at me. "You could have been thrown off me if I felt like it." He was apologizing in his own way. "My bad." I said. "Not really, but whatever." He smiled. I soon exlained what happened between me and Azazel. His face went from smiling his rediculously cute smile form his heartfelt and sorry frown. "I'm going to beat the shit out of her." He frowned. We sat in a beautiful silence and it was soon filled with a notification sound. I glanced down at my screen and saw a text from Lillith. Me and her have only been friends for 2 years but we had a really strong bond.
Unbreakable= Lillith                                  Lizzy= Elizabeth
Unbreakable: I'm really sorry about my friends.
Unbeakable: I dont know why I hang out with them.
Lizzy:Hey! No issues with me!
Lizzy: It doesn't affect me anymore.
Unbreakable: That's what scares me.
Lizzy: Dont worry about me Lillith.
Unbreakable: Easier said than done!
Lizzy: The only important thing is that you never said or meant anything.
Unbreakable: I gotta go ttyl!
Lizzy: Bye
Seen 10:57
"Who was that Liz?" Damon asked seeing my smile. "My friend." I stated vaguely. "Name?" He asked. He looked me in the eyes with a smile and I let my guard down. "Lillith Carey." I smiled. "Dont tell anyone though!" I frowned. "Dont worry about it." He smiled. I scooted closer to him and look at him, my frow still visible. "Come on, bring back that beautiful smile!" He laughed. I couldnt help but laugh too. He was beautiful in every way. "How do you find my smile beautiful?" I asked. He frowned and looked at me. "I dont just find your smile beautiful," He smiled. "I find you beautiful. Your hair, the way you look when laugh, the sound of your laugh, your smile, and your curves. That's only the half of it!" He was blushing hardcore. "Really?" I asked with complete sarcasm. "Im not kidding." His face was serious. we turned so we were facing each other and our faces were sort of close. We both seemed to lean in and soon my lips were softly pressed against his. My hands snaked up his chest and around his neck. He moved his hand from a spot on the floor to my waist. My hand moved back down to his chest and I felt his abs. Myhand ran over bump and he winced in pain. I broke the kiss and looked at him. We had moved our hands back to our sides. "What was that Damon?" I asked. "Nothing." He said. "Damon!" I pleaded. I looked at his stomache and back to him. I gestured to his stomache and he let me pull up his shirt. His lower stomache had a few cuts and they look at least a week old. "What the hell is this Damon?" I yelled, motioning to his stomache. "You cant save me." His eyes began to well up. "Give me your arms." I said, holding out my hand. He gave me his arm and I pulled up the sleeve. Nothing. I grabbed the other and it too was clean. "These aren't the only ones Damon, I know it. Where are they?" I asked. "Would you mind?" He asked motioning to his pants. "No." I said and motioned him to carry on. I turned around so he could take them off. "Liz." He said. I turned around and my heart broke. All across his legs he had perfectly straight lines. Some were new, others were old. "Damon!" I cried. I hugged him tightly and he put his pants back on. "Im fine." He said. It broke my heart to see him like this. We talked for a while longer about his cuts and after what seeed like 2 hours. I looked at my phone. The clock read 2:09 a.m. "We should get back to the house." I said standing up. I helped Damon up and we walked back to the house hand in hand. When we got to the front door, we dropped eachother's hand  and opened the door. We walked upstairs to Damon's room and changed into pajamas. I borrowed a pair of his sweat pants and tshirts and he changed into pajama pants. We got into bed and cuddled until we both fell sound asleep.