I stand there as he unlocks the door.
"Hey" he says with a straight face.
"Uh...hi" I say back. "My room is up here" he grabs me by the wrists and it causes me to squeal a little bit."um are you okay?"
"Oh ya. Sorry." He leads me up the stairs into a room with blue walls. He starts to set up everything we need for the project on his bed.
"Hey can you grab the laptop from off of that shelf?" I nod and I reach to the top shelf as he watches, my sweatshirt slips down once again and this time I know there will be no way to hide them. He pulls me to the bed and sits me down. "Take off your sweatshirt." he commands. I pull the hoodie off of my arms and over my head and I set it next to me. He pics up my arm and runs his fingers of the cuts and puffy scars. He looks at me "Did us being mean to you make you do this?"
I close my eyes as a tear slips down my cheek. I grab my arms in shame and look down at them. He looks away and gets on his phone. "Stay here I'll be right back" he says and he walks out of the room.
I can't believe that I let this happen. Now they are going to tell the whole school and I will be made fun of even more. I hear him talking outside of the door and there is no way I'll be able to leave with him standing right there so I just sit on his bed crying waiting for him to come back. He comes back in the door and sits down on the bed beside me, he wraps his arm around my back and shoulder and I put my head in his chest. He lightly sets his head on my shoulder and after a while he lays on his back and I continue with my head on his stomach. A few minutes later I hear the front door open and feet coming up the stairs. All of the boys burst through the door and run over to me. When I see them I sit up and start to scoot back to the end of the bed.
"Emily, it's okay. I told them to come here." matthew says as he grabs the back if my shoulder.
"So are you like depressed it something?" Cameron asks.
"Ya, for two years." I respond.
They are all looking at the floor and Nash is the first to talk "I'm sorry we hurt you this bad. I didn't realize how bad this was hurting you, and I hope that one day we can be friends maybe." I give a slight nod.
"Attention whore..." Aaron mumbles.
"Get the fuck out can you just not. I mean especially right now." jack g. Blurts out.
Aaron makes a face and walks out the door.
"Is there any way we can make this up to you, we are having a magcon this weekend in San Francisco, you could come." cameron says.
"Uh, sure." I say.
"Well do you need a ride home" carter asks. I nod my head and say bye to everyone and we head out to Carter's car.
"I know how you feel, well not exactly but I know how it feels to be depressed for sure."
"How?" I ask and I look at him as he pulls out of the driveway.
"I had depression for three and a half years. Nothing triggered it exactly but it's hard. I know how it feels to have people say to you that it gets better and thinking that it doesn't but you can at least take it from me that it does and thinking that it doesn't is something that comes with depression."
I just sit there and nod and stare down at at my wrists. he looks over at me, I can tell so I look at him.
"I feel like an idiot."
"Don't, there is nothing wrong with you, I swear your perfect."
We pull into my house and there are no cars in the driveway.
"It doesn't look like anyone's home, do you want me to wait with you or you could come to my house if you want?"
"It's fine I'm used to nobody being here. Thanks for the ride though."
"No problem. Promise to not hurt yourself while we aren't here."
I nod and walk off. I take the key out of my pocket and unlock the
front door. I walk upstairs to my room and find a note on my bed. It's from my parents.
