The Outcast Girl ✔

Chapter Thirty Three

•Dedicated to≈ LaSaundraMcwilliams ❤

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"Scars are our most achieved prize."

-Kamoyrocks

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Jace's POV

It was one thing to come upstairs and see my baby crying but it was a completely different story when I saw what she was doing in the bathroom.

I came to comfort her. Because I knew she would be upset.

It happened to every Pellington in our family you know. We messed up the traditions at some point. Even me. I'm not perfect and it was only normal when she didn't lift the weights. We were all going to congratulate her for trying and then laugh a little because we all looked like idiots.

Just imagine how I felt when I saw her cutting herself. She cuts herself. How could I not see that?

I've failed her once again. This is the second time this is happening. The second time I'm not there for her. And that brings the tears that I've tried so hard to hold up to come.

I had a feeling that she wasn't feeling one hundred percent happy but, I tried. I tried so hard to make sure that she was always smiling. Knowing now that it was all a facade breaks my heart into a million pieces.

When I came to the door, she already started cutting her self. To make sure that she didn't do anymore, I held her hand. Because if she continued, her wrist wouldn't have been the only thing getting sliced into bits.

I stare at the girl I've fallen in love with. I stare at her, feeling so broken and heartbroken that I almost cry. But, tired of how I was trying to hold up what I was truly feeling, I cry. Heck my mom always told me that I was a strong angel.

But angels cry too.

I bring her in for a bone crushing hug. And right there, I broke down. I broke. Because its just something about seeing the person you'd die for is trying to end their life.

Heart wrenching sobs escape my mouth and I find it hard to breathe. I need some type of reassurance. Something to tell me that she's okay and that she's still here.

And just then, something beautiful happens.

I feel the wetness on my shoulder

She crying

She brakes down with me. And that's all the reassurance I need to inform that my life is still worth living.

We both slide to the ground and I hold unto her as if I'm going to die. I need to hold her because if I don't, I'll loose it. I'll give up on just about everything. Without her, I'm dead.

And she's the only thing that can bring me back to life

Because she is my life

And when she gasps for air, her sobs becoming even more uncontrolled, its like music to my ears. She's here. She's still here. She hasn't left me. She still needs me.

I look at her wrist and I don't care. I kiss it. I don't care if blood is still gushing out of her slim wrist. I kiss it. Gentle and passionate kisses and her crying calms down. Mumbling all the apologies I possibly can.

I look at her and she does the same. Communicating with our eyes. She's telling me its okay.

But its not.