"I want you to talk to me, tell me everything" his faint voice spoke, i couldnt help but smile. Knowing that he his here for me again.
"Um well, theres so much" i slowly speak.
"Olivia, i want you too tell my everything. Start of it all till now" Cameron spoke putting his right arm around my waist and pulling me closer.
"Well basically everything broke when you had to move. I knew i had no one considering that you were basically my only friend in high school. This made me weak. I knew i couldnt get through what was happening at home. You knew everything but when you left, i had no one to tell anything too. Each day being beaten by my parents got worse, i started to not go to school, i used to run away and not come home for days unless i needed too. I started to cut, i could handle it" i stopped, i could talk about it anymore. Tears started to slowly, one by one escape my eyes. Cameron didnt say anything, he pulled me into a really tight hug. This is what i needed.
"Babe, are you still cutting" he spoke softly. I dont know if i should tell him. He would be so disappointed in me.
I nodded. He sighed. "You need to stop doing this, i love you and im sure more people do too. I dont want you to have scars.
Heres what your going to do, give me all the razors and object you use to cut or self harm yourself. Ill put the in a box and week by week we will put them in the garbage. Ill give you a ruber band, and everytime your in the need to cut or self harm, flick your wrist and thighs with the rubber band until you cant take any of the pain" he says as a tear escapes his eye.
I nod in agreement, "how do you know this is what your meant to be doing?" i ask.
"Im going through exactly what you are" Cameron spoke putting his head to the floor, i couldnt believe it. Out of everyone, why would Cameron do this?
I was speachless