Kiss away my pain

Addiction

-Hunter's POV-

My brain has froze which has caused my body to freez as well. Andrew just asked me out.....

Thats impossible, I must be dreaming because that is the last thing that he would do. I try to say something but my mouth is dry and he is too far away to even hear.

Thousands of questions cloud up my brain as I try to figure this out. Andrew is strait for one thing, he can't the sight of me and.... Well it just doesn't make any sense.

I stare at the restraunt seeing Andrew and his friends walking out laughing and slapping Andrew on the back.

Andrew's sea glass green eyes glance over at me, holding my gaze for a second until he turns around and pushs one of his friends playfully.

The way he looked at me reminded me of how Shelly gave me thoses looks. I miss the way she would laugh, talk, always full of energy and just being there for me. I know she knew I liked Andrew for the longest time, she just never said anything until she was dying. She was good like that always kept her thoughts to herself until the right time.

Just thinking about her made me sad.

But why?

I was thinking positive things about her.

But my hands still itched for the feeling of a razor. I hate but love that feeling.

My hand reachs down into my pocket, my fingers feel around finally touching something sharp. I sigh in relief knowing that my extra razor I carry around is still with me.

You can say cutting is an addiction. I call it my therapist. It may not listen to me but its there when I need it. It helps me relax when I am uptight. The feeling of my blood being released helps my sad and angry feelings go away as well.

I press my finger against the sharp side until I feel it puncturing my skin. Warm little drops of liquid slid down my finger. I feel better but then ashamed. This isn't something I'm proud of trust me. But, since Shelly didd and Andrew left me the razor is my only comfort.