Write Your Story On My <3

Why?~By: wolfgirl9110

Kylie woke up, ate some breakfast, got ready for school, the usual. Her mom drove her to her new school. Not usual.

"Have a good day at school," het mom said. She knew her daughter had trouble making friends, but she hoped this move would break outta her shell.

Kylie offered her a forced smile. "I'll try," and slammed the door.

As she walked, she could hear whispers around her.

She was used to it.

Someone behind her pushed and she fell unto the pavement.

She was used to it.

People sent her rude and disgusted looks as she walked down the hallway, but she ignored it.

She was used to it.

Someone helped her up after someone else bumped into her, making her drop her books.

She was not used to it.

Kylie ignored his hand and got up herself. "Why did you help me," she hissed. She glared her caramel eyes at him.

"Because it looked like you needed help, " he said warmly, despite her icy glare. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I don't need help from you or anyone. " She grabbed all her books and stuffed them into her backpack.

The boy raised up his hands in surrender. "Alright, then. But before I go, can you at least get your name?"

Thankfully, the bell ranged. Kylie turned and walked to her first class without a word.

Throughout the day, the boy who helped her in the morning continued to help her.At lunch, the boy found her sitting by herself at a table in the corner.

Since their encounter that morning, he found himself wanting to protect her and wondering what he did to make her act col towards him.

When he approached her, Kylie was reading a book from the library. She ignored him was when he set his tray across from her.

"So...you're reading 'Romeo and Juliet'?" He took a bite from his burger.

"So what if I am," she snapped. She was irritated and wished that he would leave her alone.

"Not that many people read that book anymore," he noted. She didn't respond. He took the hint. The boy noticed that her tray was full and uneaten. He gestured to the tray and asked," Are you going to eat?"

"No." She was once again saved by the bell.

The boy sighed. He was hoping she would open up.

Weeks went on. Kylie was still being heavily bullied and the boy kept trying to help her.

One day, though, Kylie had enough. She was tired of being pushed around and misjudged just because she was different.

So when her parents left for a week business trip, she grabbed the razor that she hid in her dresser drawer.

The boy was worried. Kylie didn't show up for school. Maybe she's sick, he thought. But something else popped into his mind. What if she.... No. The more he pushed that thought away, the more it came back. The feeling in his gut was dark and was getting darker by the minute.

She held the razor above her wrist and thought again about her decision. Was she sure about this? Nope. Was she scared? Definitely. But she had to.

He ran to the office, got what he needed, ran all the way to his car. He got inside and looked at the address he got from the office. Fortunately,it wasn't that far. He practically sped to her house.

One cut. Two cuts. Three cuts.

When he got to the house, he was surprised to see that the door was open. Which scared and worried him even more.

Four cuts. Five cuts. Blood dripped into the sink mixed with tears.

He ran up the stairs and slammed open to each door until he came to a room that looked like Kylie's.

As she stared at the cuts on her wrists, she thought of her parents. Sure they say they loved her, but it was more like I-love-you-because-I-have-to kind of way. Her brother loved her the way parents should before he died. Soon, we will be together , she thought.

He opened one of the doors. It was a closet. He tried the other. It was locked. He knocked softly. "Kylie?" He called

She looked at the in confusion. How did he know where she lived?

"Kylie?" He called again.

"Go away," she shouted.

"I'm not gonna leave until you open the door." Kylie stayed silent, staring at the cuts and razor. What if........

He sighed. Soon, she heard the doorknob twitch and the door opened. He stopped and stared at Kylie and the razor that was above her bleeding wrist again, preparers to make a deeper cut.

"Why are you doing this," he whispered. He looked so broken.

"Because nobody cares, okay?" She said, swallowing a sob.

"I do." He took a step towards her. She took a step back.

"Well, you shouldn't."

"You're right. I shouldn't, But yet I do." He gazed at her with his ever-so-caring brown eyes.

"Stop pretending to care!" She blurted as tears escaped her eyes.

"I'm not. Every time I look at you, I see a beautiful, talented girl underneath the hood. So what if you're darker? What if you're smarter than average? What if you wear thick glasses? I don't care about any of that. You're beautiful just the way you are." They were both crying by the time he finished his little speech. "You don't have to do this. I'll help you if you'll just let me."

Kylie felt her skyscraper-like walls being knocked down. She slowly put down the razor, wide eyes licked with his. She watched as he carefully put ointment and bandaged her cuts."Why?" She whispered.

He did the unexpected. He leaned in and kissed her lips. "Because I love you." He pulled her in to a bear hug.

For the first time since her brother died 3 years ago, she actually felt loved by someone. For the first time, she felt safe to love again.

"I love you, too, Peter."