Alone [G.D]

~7~

My phone started to ring, and I looked down at the caller ID. It read Mrs. Dolan. I sucked in a shaky breath, before clicking answer, and bringing it up to my ear.
"Hello?" My voice shook in fear. I don't know why I'm scared, but I am.
"Hey." Grayson's voice answered.
"Why?" I ask, as I look down at my wrist, which was still oozing out blood, but it was slower.
"Why what?" He asks, as if this phone call was something we did everyday.
"Why did you give me your number? I asked for your mom's." My bottom lip trembled, and my legs felt weak.
"I don't know, but this was the only way I could get you to talk to me." His voice was deep, almost husky.
"Delete it." I mumbled, as I leaned against the bathroom door, I was getting light headed.
"Why?" I slid down the bathroom door, not caring that my blood was getting everywhere, I really just didn't feel good.
"Because, you treat me like shit, and this is just another way for you, for you to hurt me." My voice came down to a whisper, as everything started to blur in front of me.
"Madi, are you okay?" Grayson's voice sounded worried.
He's not worrying. He's probably smiling on the other side. Laughing at how idiotic I am, and how worthless I am to this planet. "I'm f-fine." That was all I could get out before the phone slipped from my hand, as I felt my head slump forward, and everything went black.

"No. No. No." I heard someone say, as I felt my arm being touched.
I opened my eyes, and saw Grayson kneeling in front of me, my blood covering his hands. He was tying what looked like a shirt over my wrist. "What are you doing?" I ask, as reality started to sink in. I tore my arm away from him, as I held it against my chest. Oh my god, he knows. He can see it. The cuts. 
"Madi, we need to get you to a hospital, those wounds are big." His face was pale, as he reached out to help me up, but I shook my head.
"No!" I whimpered. "It's okay, I-I don't need to go." My voice trembled, as Grayson furrowed his brows together.
"I can't let you sit here like this."
"Yes, just say what you wanna say and go." A tear slipped down my cheek. "Make fun of me, I don't care. J-just don't tell the school." My whole body was trembling, as I thought about James and Claire finding out.
"I'm not going to make fun of you." He put his hand on my elbow gently, as I stared at him in shock. "Just let me help you."
I held onto his arm with my free arm, and slowly stood up. "Hold onto the sink. I'm going to clean the floor." He says, as he disappears out of the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, my shirt stained with blood, my grey sweatpants had small drops of it. Grayson came back with a brown towel, and dropped it to the ground, as he let it soak up the small amount of blood that was on it. I grabbed the door knob of the bathroom door, and opened it, as I staggered to my room. I could hear Grayson close behind me. "I don't need your help to change." I spat, as I slammed the door in his face.
I felt a pang of guilt, as I heard him sigh. I walked to my dresser, and pulled off my blood stained clothes, and put on a hoodie, and another pair of sweatpants. I'm fully awake now.
I walked out of my room, and went to the bathroom. Grayson was still here, washing his hands. I just stood their watching him, as he dried his hands on what seemed to be his pajama shorts. He looked at me, his eyes were glossy, as if he had been crying.
"Thank you." I say, as he turns the bathroom light off.
He nods his head, and stands in front of me. "You should go to bed." His voice was calm. "Why did you help me?" He looked taken back at my question. Was this the moment he changes? 

"Because your stupid ass almost died." His eyes were now blank. There was no emotion in them.
"I-I didn't ask you to help me." I stammered, as I took a step back away from him.
"I wasn't going to let you die." His voice was harsh, as he spoke.
"Why not? It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Nobody would have shed a tear. They'd probably throw a party." My hands were in fists at my side. "The disease is finally dead!" I mocked.
"It does matter, Madison." His jaw was clenched. "You matter."
I matter?
"If I mattered, why do people treat me like shit?" I couldn't help the anger that boiled inside of me.
"I don't know."
"Why do you treat me like shit?" I emphasized the word 'you' knowing that it would catch him off guard.
"Because, I want to fit in again." His voice was stern.
"Everyone wants to fit in." My voice broke.
"I used to fit in, for being the nice guy, but." Grayson looked away from me, as he stopped talking.
"But what?" I ask, as I cross my arms over my chest.
"But, that changed, when." He took in a deep breath, as he looked at me again. Why is he being so dramatic? Just tell me. "My brother killed himself. My twin fucking brother killed himself, because my friends pushed him to do it." His voice boomed throughout the house. "I was a bitch after that. To everyone, even the people who were trying to support me, and help me through the loss. I lost everyone and everything."
"I'm sorry, Grayson." I say, as I drop my arms. "But I don't understand how treating me the way other people treated your brother is helping you cope or fit in." I say in confusion.
"It's helping me fit in, but I don't want to treat you like shit, Madi." A tear slipped out of his eye, but he was quick to wipe it. "But if I don't people will treat me badly."
"You just get used to it." My voice was cold. "You go numb at first, and just listen to all the lies they tell. Then, you listen, and let what they say control you. You start to believe that you're worthless, you're a waste of oxygen, you deserve the pain you're feeling." I looked at my hands as I spoke.
"Madi, I don't want you to feel like that." Grayson says, as he steps towards me, but I take a step back.
"But I already do." I take a shaky breath, as I look at him again. "You make me feel like that sometimes. It's like a never ending game." He looks hurt at my words, but he doesn't deserve to be the one hurt.
"I'm sorry, Madi. Just please forgive me." He was pleading with all his might. He let the tears escape, as I looked away.
"I want to forgive you, but I know all this is going to start up again tomorrow." It was true. He wants to fit in, so he'll still be as rude as he was earlier.
"It's just to fit in." He says, as I feel his hand on my arm.
"I'll try to forgive you if you promise to keep my cutting a secret." I say, as I look at him sternly.
"Only if you keep my brother a secret." He replies. "And if you stop."
"I can't promise you that." I whisper. "Now, friends?" I ask, as I shake his arm off, and hold out my hand. He looked down at my hand, and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out.
He shook my hand, and I nodded my head.

I held the textbooks close to my chest, as I walked down the hall. The events of last night, kept replaying in my head. What if he lied about everything. What if he doesn't have a twin? What if he just said that to make me seem stupid, so when he tells the whole school about what I do, I won't have anything to say back? My anxiety grew, as thought after thought crossed my mind.
I walk into class, and I see Grayson and James. Their eyes lock onto mine, and a smirk forms on both of their lips. "Don't look at her for too long, you might just catch the disease from looking at that ugly bitch." Grayson said, as he leaned back in his chair. He definitely was never sorry.
"Nice one." James replies, as he nudges him in the arm.
I take in a deep breath, before I dart for my seat. "Hey, what happened? I thought you had a concussion, and you couldn't come to school? Or was that a stunt for sympathy?" James asks, as he turns in his chair to look at me.
"It was a stunt." Claire says walking in, and I stare at her.
"It wasn't." I mumbled, as I kept my eyes on the table. My straight black hair falling over my face.
"What? The infection speaks?" Grayson says, as if in shock, and it hurts. Emotionally. He never was sorry.  The late bell rung, and class started, but I was no longer in a mood to pay attention like I normally do. I don't know why I believed him. Even for a split second. I thought I was smarter then that, but I guess I wasn't.

"Madi!" Grayson yells, as he jogs up behind me, and I start to walk faster.

"Leave me alone." I say.
"Madi, don't be like that." He says, as he grabs my arm, stopping me from my quick paced walk. "Aren't you scared someones going to see you?" I mumble, as I look behind him.
"Nobody walks this way home. Only you." His hand was still on my arm.
"You better wash your hand, before you get infected with the Madison disease." I say, as I look up to him.
"Stop saying that." He sternly says, as he drops his hand.

"Oh my bad, that's your job. I nearly forgot." He furrowed his brows, as he stared into my eyes, as if he were trying to read me. "I believed you, Grayson. You're bullshit of a story. The one you told me last night." I turned around on my heels, and started to walk away again, but he grabbed a hold of me.
"It's true though." His voice was desperate. "It wasn't a lie."

"How do I know that? Everything you said to me last night was a lie!" I yell, as I throw my arms in the air with frustration. "You said you didn't want to hurt me, but all you did was hurt me today." I wasn't going to let myself cry. I didn't need his fake pity. I don't need anyone's pity.
"Let me prove it to you, please." He begged.
I shook my head in frustration. "I shouldn't even give you a chance to explain." I say, as I stare at his hoodie.
"Please."

"If you think it solves a problem." I say, as I roll my sleeves up. He's already seen my scars, so why hide them? His eyes glance down at my wrists, and flicker back up to my eyes.

"Follow me." He says, before walking ahead of me.
We get to his house, and he holds the front door open for me. I slowly walk in, and I'm greeted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. The curtains were all open, and the rooms were bright. "Come on." Grayson says, as he places his hand on my lower back, as he lightly pushes me to the stairs.
"Don't." I say, as I shake his hand off. I walk myself up the stairs, as he passes me. He leads me to his room, and sits on the ground.
"Don't be afraid." He says, as he pats the ground next to him, as if I'm some stray animal in need of help. I scoff, as I sit next to him. He leans over, and pulls a bright red box from under his bed. The name 'Ethan' was spelled on top with silver Styrofoam letters. Grayson sucked in a breath, before removing the lid. I looked inside, and there was a note, pictures, and some medals. "This is Ethan and I at our first wrestling match in eighth grade." He says, as he pulls a picture out of the box, and hands it to me. There were two boys in blue wrestling uniforms, their arms slung over each other. A huge grin plastered on their faces. It was hard to tell them apart. They have the same hair, same face.
"Which one is you?" I ask.
He points to the kid on the right, and I can see some of the same features he has now. "These are all the medals he won during wrestling. He was pretty good. Better then me." Grayson says with a small smile on his face. 
"How many medals did you win? Two?" I joke, as I admire the nine medals.
"Three. Thank you very much." He says, looking very proud of himself.
I chuckle, as he hands me more pictures. He leans over to look at them with me. We come across some baby pictures, and there is no way to tell them apart. "You guys look so similar." I say turning to him, and my breathing hitches, as I notice how close he is to me. His face only centimeters from mine. 

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