Death Came Sweetly

I finished cutting my wrist, and watched it bleed. I no longer felt the pain. I set my razor onto my dresser, and lied on my bed, letting my wrist face up while it bleeds out.

"Why does everyone hate me? Why won't anyone care?" I asked myself.

My mother had left me when I was 4 and my father left me at age 9, I lived on my own since then. My parents hated me, and my mother hated me more.

I've never had a friend, nor a boyfriend. Nobody likes me because I was so called emo. Now it's driven me to cutting.

I used to have crushes on cute boys in my school, and hope one of the girls would talk to me, thinking this was just a stage in my life, but it wasn't it still happens, so I just quit all together.

•••

The next day I went to school for the first time this week, it's Thursday. When I entered the building, the same thing as always, everyone stares at me.

I noticed a boy who I never seen before looked at me with a glow in his eyes, he wasn't disgusted, or anything by me. I could tell from his eyes. I had never seen him before though.

"Hey." He walked over to me.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Everyone told me about you," He started, hesitating.

"I'm a transfer student, and I want to help you."

"Why? Everyone will hate you! Just like they do me."

"It's okay."

His eyes shone brighter than before. Was he really interested in helping me? I ran into the girl's restroom and dropped my bag on the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror and removed my bracelets, that revealed my cuts. My cuts were deep, and if anyone saw, the whole school would laugh at me.

"I'm coming in, Violet." The boy said.

He walked into the girl's restroom without hesitation and I quickly try to hide my scars.

"No need to hide them from me." He said.

I looked at him, confused.

"How did you know...?"

"I just know."

I slowly let my arms fall to my side, looking at my feet. The boy grabbed my hands and held them.

"I'll be your friend." He said in a soft voice.

I didn't say a word, but my eyes spoke for me. A tear rolled down my cheek, and he took his finger wiping it away.

•••

The bell dismissing students to go home rang, and I walked outside the building to see the boy was standing there smiling at me.

"I never told you my name." He said, smiling.

"No, you didn't."

"I'm Cole."

He held his hand out to me, and I hesitated. I decided to grab it and he pulled me next to him and started walking.

"Where do you live?" He asked.

"Eastwood Pine Lane."

We walked in silence. I glanced at him a few times, but he didn't notice.

We arrived on my street and I pointed to a light blue house.

"That's my place." I said.

"Okay. I'll walk you to your doorstep." He smiled.

As we got closer to my house, I realized a car was parked in the driveway.