Franta Charm

Angels

Guys if u havent yet listened to "Tee Shirt" by Birdy ur so freaking missing out. Its one of the TFIOS soundtracks and idk it's one of my favourites. I will list the TFIOS songs in the next chapter.

Anyway, back to the story :)

~Hana <3

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I reached out my hand and grabbed a tree stump, straining every muscle to pull myself up. As soon as I heaved myself up I sat on the space where the tree branches merged into the trunk, one leg bent at the knee. I re-read The Fault In Our Stars, not changing my position until I read the words:

"I do, Augustus.

I do."

My head stopped hurting, and soon I just sat on the tree, looking down at the lake and other people, listening to music. I don't know how much time passed, but it was the afternoon already.

To: Meli

Hey, monkey :)

To: Con

Hey, ordinary human being :)

To: Meli

As long as I'm your human being (:

Look down.

I looked towards the tree trunk and saw Connor, beanie and button down, one hand in his pocket, looking up towards me, smiling. I giggled. He was so adorable.

I helped him climb up, and he sat cross legged opposite me.

"Secret hideaway?" He asked, looking around.

"Yeah. I come here to think. Cool, isn't it?" I smiled.

"Pretty amazing. I think we can add some stuff though."

"Like what?" I frowned. The purpose of this is that it wasn't artificial.

"You can't see this from below, right?"

"Not unless you look really closely."

"Next time we can take a blanket and fairy lights. Also, if you take a wire and clip photos to it then intertwine lights around it and place the switch over here, you can turn it on and it will be a memory tree." He smiled, standing up to examine it.

"That's... Pretty brilliant. Who knew you were such a tumblr girl?"

Connor giggled girlishly and sat back down. I reached out to bend some of the branches and see whether our plan could be accomplished, and I guess the sleeves of my oversized sweater lowered. Of course, Connor saw. He must've. But he said nothing, and when I turned back with a look of panic his eyes were sad.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, begging my voice not to break.

He still said nothing, and lowered his head. I didn't want him to see me cry. Tears blocking my vision, I carefully descended the tree and ran. He didn't follow. Why would he? He didn't want to date a self harmer. Why is everyone so terrified of getting close to a person with a blade, when the blade is meant for themselves? I ran across the street, my footsteps echoing, and ran into the house, rushing upstairs and lying down on the window seat, sobbing. I never deserved him. This is pathetic. I reached under my bed and pulled out a carved box. Polaroid photos, cinema tickets, badges and blades. I took out a blade and admired it. It was so clean, perfect. I looked down at my wrist. Clean, scarred. Disgusting. Pathetic. My head hurt. Now my wrist hurt more.

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Connors POV

She cuts.

I wanted to follow her but what would I say? I'm sorry you're depressed? What?

I pulled up my sleeve and saw white scars. Memories flushed back and I quickly pulled it down, scared I wasn't the only one looking. I bet she thought I abandoned her. I just...

I understand her. I was just hoping that a beautiful angel like her didn't know what depression was. I needed her to see that I really do care.

I remembered a story I once read online. I don't know why. I just remembered a little boy talking to a girl. He saw her scars and said:

"I know what those are. If you have those, you're an angel. Angels don't belong on Earth, and it hurts them because they want to come home. My mum is an angel, but she's happy now. She's home."

There are only two types of people in this world.

The ones who do the cutting,

And the ones who provoke it.

The ones who truly care,

And the ones who are just curious.

I think I know what to do.