Until She Came

Chapter Ten

"I'm not sure how to put this but uhm do you want to go out?" Eve said unsurely, as if she thought I was going to say no. "YES" I kinda exclaimed and then pulled her into a hug because my excitement scared her.
"Can I ask you personal question?" Eve whispered while looking down, so I knew what this was about. The overdose thing. "Sure. Is it the overdose or suicidal shit?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Yeah. Can you please explain that to me because I'm a little lost?" She said with tears welling up in her eyes. "Well I was very suicidal a little bit ago and I tried to kill myself by overdosing but failed because it all came back up. Then I turned to cutting because I'm a dumbass. I was okay during the first few days of school because I had you but everything that's happened lately is bringing it all back and I just don't know what to do anymore." I spilt. And I NEVER spill. "Is that why you jumped when I laid my legs on top of your thighs? Is that what you do when you're in the bathroom for so long?" Eve said with tears now streaming down her face. "Yeah. But please promise you will never do what I do." I say while grabbing her hands. "I can't make that promise. I do it too. Why do you think I either have a hoodie or those long gloves on?" She spoke while trying to catch her breath. "Ill show mine if you show yours." I said after a long pause of us just crying hysterically. She shook her head, so I quickly changed into shorts. God I disgust myself. I always fuck things up. A lot of the cuts are deep and still elevated so it hurt when her light weightless legs laid on top of them. When we showed each other we both broke down; again. I'm my mind when someone feels physically hurt from another being in pain it means something, it means more than just caring for someone. I can't watch someone who has gotten so close to me in such little time go down. Not like this. I can't lose anyone else.
We grabbed each other's razors and flushed them down the toilet. We made a promise that neither of us would ever cut again and we would just go to the other if we were having a hard time. We both had a lot of cuts but I think I had a few more and that mine were deeper since there was more to uh space. We were still crying when I gently grabbed her wrist and asked "why did you do this to your beautiful skin?" While I traced over her scars with my cold fingers. "I was going to ask the same thing." She said as her breathing became more steady. Well shit. Now I have to explain. "Ive always been out of place. Whenever I was seen I would be told some snotty remark about how I dress or the things I like. And don't even start on me about sexuality. Since I'm bi the world is gonna "end" and I was known as the faggot. The worthless piece of shit faggot. And now my mom is gone. My dad popped up out of nowhere. Jake decided to give me shit so now I'm gonna be dealing with that for the rest of the year. I don't know how Evan is doing, he's probably depressed and I'm just too fucking stupid to-" is all I got out before SHE decided to kiss ME. "Sorry for rambling." I mumbled. "Okay two things. One stop saying sorry for everything, I just wanted to kiss you. Two kiss me again because I wasn't done." She said with a smirk. I don't know what I would do without her. I truly love her, I don't want this to end. Oh dear god please don't let this end.
"Is it just me or does crying make you tired?" I ask. "You're not alone. Let's go to sleep." Eve said while yawning. We got in bed and she put her head on me like she always does (it's honestly adorable and I love it so much) and we fell asleep for the night.