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Chapter 14

The nightmares are occurring more often and I'm fed up. I don't want to tell Vanessa or my parents.

Reason? I don't why...

My reflection staring back at me. Why is it even in my hands? It's been a year since I'd been driven to this but it'll all ease the tension. Everything including my hate and anger.

I pierce the point into the skin of my left wrist and squirm a little but quickly get used to the pain. I move the knife tip into my skin with a quick slash. I don't know how long I'm doing this but I finally feel much better and drop the bloody knife down on my top of my desk.

I wake up and look at the damage I've done to myself, and it is horrible. Slashes all over my arms. My parents mustn't see this not matter what.

I have my shower and pick out a black long sleeve shirt and pair it up with a purple flare skirt, and white slip-ons. I take one last look at the mirror and nothing is showing. I rushed downstairs but skipped breakfast and proceeded walking to school.

The whole nineteen minutes trek gave me time to think about everything that happened early this morning.

"Stay away from her!" she shouted.

"Take care of her. Please," he pleaded with his eyes managing to stay open.

No! I've got to get rid of these thoughts. I hasten my steps towards my locker. I swing the door open and begin to breathe heavily.

"Hey," I hear Darren's voice behind me and face him. "Were you fighting with Zane?"

"No,"

"Then what was it?"

"Just tired," I lied. "So you're here early, what's up?

"Oh...and I just needed to meet up with someone before the bell goes," he shrugs and leaves towards the entrance. I wave him and pick my books out of the locker.

"Boo!" I jerk and my books spill on the floor, and I meet those blue eyes that occasionally make me smile.

"Hey," I squat and pick my books but he joins me.

"I'm sorry," he laughs in between his words and helps me pick my book. When we are done, I hold my book in one hand and tuck the other strand behind my ear. Zane is looking at my hand and I'm staring at him, not understanding what's going on until it clicks. I pull my sleeve lower, shut my locker door and walk faster away but he still catches up.

"What's that?" He pulls my free arm hand towards himself and raises my sleeve. His eyes widen. He pulls us towards an empty classroom despite the bell ringing. "What happened?"

"Nothing," I try pulling my hand from him but he holds it firm. He draws my sleeve down.

He's angry. "You call this nothing!" I close my eyes and let his words fill me. He's mad but I did it, okay? "Why?"

I stay silent, knowing that any word I utter will erupt his anger full force.

"You can't answer, can you? Why did you do it?" I start crying and he pulls me to his chest.

"I can't..."

"Please," he pleads as his breath fans the top of my head. "I'll make it feel better."

It's been a month since we've come back to this conversation and I'm not ready to give in but I need someone other than Vanessa and my parents who will send me back to rehab.

"Promise you won't tell my parents," I pull back sniffling.

"That's if you tell me and hide that away from them." He crosses his hands over his chest and leans on the wall.

"I had issues with depression and resorted to self-harm. I went into rehab three years ago and came back from rehab two years ago. It was just a year and..."

I'm choking on the rest of the words and they flow down as tears. I walks towards me, hauling me once again into his chest. I'm crying as we both sit down on the floor, still not letting go of each other. He strokes my hair and kisses me on my forehead.

I don't want to tell him.

I do!

I don't!

Why is life like this?

~Zane's POV~

She's fragile now and whatever she's trying to say must be really hard but I need her to trust me. I care for her and hope she understands that.

I want to hold her.

I want her to open with me.

And most of all, I want to protect her.

Protect her from what is making her cry.

From what made her go unconscious the other day.

Seeing her oblivious the other day sparked something that day.

Something deep that I thought was buried a year ago.

Something I lost.

I think life is giving me a second chance.

I want to tell her everything but she needs to trust me if we are going to cross that bridge together.

A bridge I want us to cross together.

The truth is that I fell in love with this girl since our first encounter.

Didn't look at me with those ogling eyes but with disdain.

Maybe not with full disdain like forever, in the moment kind of thing.

You know what I mean...

If I could hold her in my arms like this just to calm her down, I'll do it.

She needs to be assured that whatever is after her will never get to her.

And I will make sure of that...

*****

Finally! Zane's POV....

I'm so excited you guys finally got to see what Zane felt behind the hard guy cover. I'm literally crying inside *drama queen*. Time for ship names. So please comment below for the ship name that could probably be used in the next few chapters...Love you.