Notes to the Broken

Chapter 7 (part 1 and 2)

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I will upload the rest later, this is just a little part of chapter seven. It's amazing, so I wanted you guys to have a glipse of Nathan's niceness!! It's so cute!! But this is super short, The part 2 will be longer, promise!!! <3 <3 REMEMBER TO VOTE AND COMMENT, I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

~Caitlyn

Chapter 7

The next day, Nathan said nothing to me about the note. Which wasn't a surprise. I just wanted to know why he was being so nice all of the sudden. Well not nice, but....... nicer, for Nate. I just called him Nate. It's cute.

Crap.

Is this incest?

Am I Rayne Lea Parker falling for Nathan Michael Parker?

No.

No no no no no no no NO!

We hated each other.

This changed nothing.

We were both getting ready for school. I was in the shower. I stared at the razor. Fuck. It was just too tempting. I grabbed it and held it too my wrist for a couple of seconds. Then took a deep breath, and let the pain sink in, while the blood washed away in the drain. I clenched my teeth. and did 2 more quick swipes.

One I got out of the water I was still bleeding. I look a towel and cleaned my blood stained arm.

I ran into my room across the hall. I threw on the only long sleeved thing I had, a All Time Low hoodie. Then I threw on black skinny jeans, and my infamous converse.

I didn't take time to do my hair. I just left it wet like always, and headed downstairs. Nathan and Karen were already waiting for my arrival. We all headed to the car. I held my wrist because of the pain. It hurt so much. Although, I knew I deserved it. I always have. Nathan saw the way I flinched when he looked over at me. I squinted my eyes in confusion. Fake confusion.

He looked away.

We pulled up to the school.

"Bye mom, Love ya"

"By sweetie, bye Nathan"

"Bye Karen."

Nathan was starting to grow on Karen. He didn't flip her off as much. I didn't know why. I didn't even know if I wanted to know. The simple thought of Nathan being nice was odd.

But good.

Very good.

I put in my head phones. BrokenCYDE blasted into my ears. I shoved my hands into my hoodie pocket. There was a piece of paper. I pulled it out. It said :

"It doesn't help

~Nathan"

My self harming. That's what he meant.

Wait, how the hell did he get that in my hoodie?

I went to homeroom. I saw Nathan sitting in his usual desk in the corner. He looked up at me, and winked.

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(Nathan's POV) (Part 2)

I had slipped that note in earlier in the morning. I knew she was cutting, she spend more time in the bathroom as usual. So I slipped the note into her All Time Low hoodie. I never cut. Never had the urge really. It only reminded me of that fucking basement even more.

I shook the thought off.

Then Rayne walked in.

Her hair was wet. That's something I liked about Rayne. She didn't care about appearance's.

I could see by the way she looked at me, that she saw the note.

So I winked.

What the hell?

Why did I wink?

I didn't want to do that!

I looked down and away from her. It was hard though. She was so fucking beautiful it hurt.

God.

I hated her so much

But at the same time I wanted to call her my sister. She never did anything to me..... unless I did something first. I was a dick. I just couldn't help it.

It was Wednesday so she was gonna go to that damn Library. The only thing that kept my semi happy, was knowing she was happy with her grandma. not her real grandma though. Just a nice old lady. I liked old people. Talking too them and stuff. Everyone always wondered why I went to the "home" every Tuesday, I volunteered. I served them food. I like it. They looked at my with impressed faces. It made my stomach warm. is that weird? Rayne made my stomach warm too. She was nice when she wanted too be. She wondered where I went on Sundays, I just told her, and everyone else, I was going to a friends.

I snapped out of my gaze at the wall when the bell rung. I grabbed my stuff and headed to algebra 2. Fuck math. I hated it. Some guy in the hallway decided it was funny to scream "EMO!" I turned around and glared at him. I felt like i had powerful eyes. Cause when I said that, he flinched. I laughed then kept walking. It was only the second week of school, So I knew that within time, everyone would be scared of me. Just like foster care.

I made my way into the room. The teacher passed out papers. I looked at the equations for a second, then figured them out in a matter of minutes. I didn't like math, but I was pretty good at it. I was the first one done, so I handed my paper too Miss Reed. She looked at me with confusion. As if I just did some unbelievable. I sat back down while smarter students glared at me. I glared right back.

"Um, Mr. Parker, can I talk to you?"

No

"Yeah"

I walked up to her. She had her hair is a tight ponytail. And she had pretty eyes. Like Rayne's.

"Mr. Parker you did amazing. I've never seen anyone do that worksheet that fast. Have you thought about joining our fast math team.

"No" I said quietly

"Well, would you like to join? there's spots open."

"I don't know" I said honestly. I mean, that would be weird. A math team.

"Well think about it" she replied. I nodded.

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Once we got home, Rayne went straight to her room, to do nothing, I assumed.

Although my assumption was incorrect. I began to hear her, piano. Erm, Keyboard. I hoped to god she would start to sing. I went to the hole in the wall and peeked in. She had changed from her black, to blue jeans, and a plaid jacket, thing.

I listened to the sweet sound of "Bring me to life" by Evanescence

"How can you see into my eyes, like open doors?

Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb

Without a soul. My spirit sleeping somewhere cold.

Until you find it there and lead

It

Back

Home"

She slammed her fists on the keyboard and I jumped back at the awful noise. She turned around and sat on her bed and buried her face again.

I wrote another note.

I think she liked them.

I wrote in sloppy handwriting,

"I know it hurts."

Then slipped it under the door. I could see her shadow get up and pick it up. Her sobs grew louder.

Then the same piece of paper returned.

But instead of what I wrote, on the back it said:

"I'm broken"