to write love on her arms

Chapter 5

Seth Sanders point of view

     I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling with my eyes puffy, my arms in pain, a migraine in my head, and my arms hurting worse than when I was in the car wreck. I couldn't remember anything from the night before, or at least most of what happened like how I got home. I looked down to Lexie beside me

barely touching me with her head. I started to get up, but a sharp pain running through my arms stopped me from doing that.

     As I looked at my arms, a gasp escaped my mouth. "Oh my God." what have I done now, I thought it was almost gone. Now look at me thinking to myself I couldn't let her down. I love her and she loves me, or at least she used to. I couldn't feel my fingers except for the pain which was nothing compared to the throbbing pain I felt inside. "I can't do this again, not to her" what should I do about this now because she probably expects a lot now.

     I carefully got out if the bed and stepped over tho my bathroom looking in the mirror. Thinking to myself about why I was here if all I do is hurt people that I love. What is the purpose if that? Do I deserve to live with Lexie if all I'm doing is hurting her? I looked in the mirror cabinet and grabbed the Advil taking out about ten pills. Starting at my reflection, I grabbed a cup and fill it with some flat coke I had left in room from earlier.

     "I can't, not to her, at least not before I say goodbye." even though I truly urged to do it I didn't take Al the pills. If I leave now I might never know how love feels to its full extent. I wish I could just get rid of this, but even if I do take all the medication that I'm suppose to it never works. I would miss her small but full lips touching mine in just the perfect way, and her hair that covers most of her beautiful face. When she flips her black and blue hair the bottom that nearly reaches her stomach barely moves, and those big blue eyes that pop when she puts her eye liner on. Also her foundation she puts on trying to cover her red tint on her cheeks, but I can still see her blushing through it when I kiss her.

     Sometimes when we stayed together at night she would do my boring black emo hair to look like her amazing emo hair. Then she would do my makeup and we'd take random selfies together and laugh at them all night long. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't have met her, I mean after the incident with my ex. She doesn't know anything about my problem and I hope she never does, butt I know she's gonna figure it out sooner or later.

     I gently kissed her on her cheek then she smiled, and I smiled because she knew it was me. I quietly walked down the stairs into the kitchen. Not to my surprise my mom was in the kitchen almost in tears waiting for me. "I see your up already" says a voice from behind the open refrigerator door. It was a mans voice, not like those friendly ones but the kind that you would be scared of.

     With my mom still in tears not even looking up and some man talking in our kitchen, all I could think of was what's going to happen to Lexie. So I tried to run to Lexie, and before I knew it I was being held back by huge hands holding both my arms behind my back. He had put hand cuffs on me and pinged me down on the kitchen counter. My mom begged and pleaded for then to let me go but they didn't even budge. "Keep him alive for now." Was the last thing I remember before blacking out.