The Angel to my Scars

Prologue

If only he knew. If only he knew how much he means to me. How he's the only reason why I'm alive. He's the reason for the scars on my wrists though.

I feel like I have died every day waiting for him to give me some kind of hint. Even the slightest hint that he liked me back. I know I used to hate him but, something about him made my point of view of him change.

One more cut is all it takes. One more cut and I'll stop. One more cut and I will confess. One more cut and maybe he'll realize how much I adore him.

My mom still thinks I'm depressed about her and my dad getting a divorce. Little does she know I've fallen for someone I never thought I would fall for. Someone who has made a huge impact on my life.

I'm sixteen acting like a little ten year old. I need to stop this. Is he the only reason I have these scars? Is it because my little sister Monica dying this year after starving and dehydrating herself because of my parents' divorce? At least I still my brother Josh. He might be older than me and fighting for our country over in Iran but he's been there for me through thick and thin. Along with my best friends Tasha and Luke. Sometimes I feel like they're my only get away from life other than music.

There's also a few other people but other than all of them Brandon I know for sure is the one. Just wish he would understand how much he means to me. I haven't known him as long as Luke but at least I know Brandon well enough to at least have a childish crush on him.

He doesn't even like you. You're too filthy for him. My subconscious takes over my mind. She's right though. I am too filthy for Brandon.

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