Just let me in

Chapter 12

A.N

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Kellin's P.O.V

The walk to my house was really fun. In all honestly I was trying to distract Cassidy from the voices in her head, because I couldn't hear what they were saying an I wished I could, so that I could prove them wrong. Seeing those cuts hurt me. It hurt like hell. Her suitcase was so heavy. I swear to god she had literally packed bricks. When she started arguing with me about carrying the case I started off by saying no, but when I realised she wasn't going to budge, I picked up the bag and ran down the street.

"Fine Kel! You can carry the case!" She called after me. She jogged after me laughing and shaking her head. "C'mon you idiot, let's go."

"Hey, you only have a bag pack. I have this whole case!" I joked.

"Don't you start with me, Teller." She warned me. I just burst out laughing. She just huffed and walked off.

"Hey! Cass! Wait!" I ran behind her. She just looked really angry."Hey, cass. I didn't mean to upset you or anything." She started laughing so hard that she fell on the floor. "It wasn't that funny." I mumbled, before starting to laugh. I held my hand out to help her up. She stood up clutching her stomach.

"I....have....a....stitch!" She gasped, still laughing. We walked home after that still laughing and joking. It was really nice to be able to relax around each other. It was as if I hadn't found her in the bathroom in the state that she was in. Covered in her own blood. It was as if she wasn't as broken as she was. It was as if we were still the same people we were before we stopped talking. And I had never been more glad about that.

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When we got home, we were greeted by mum, well, Cassidy was. The door opened just as I was about to turn the handle, and my mum grabbed Cassidy and enveloped her in a hug. I walked past them, laughing. I put her suitcase down and turned around to face them. Cassidy had tears running down her cheeks. I didn't say anything as somehow I knew that she didn't want my mum to notice.

"Aw, thanks mum. I mean, I'm only your son and all." I muttered to try and make her laugh. It worked.

"Shut up, Kellin. You'd get plenty of these if you weren't always so embarrassed."

"True. Very true, but this isn't over." I joked. Mum let go of Cassidy and walked past me, lightly hitting me over the head before continuing into the kitchen.

"Help Cassidy get her stuff sorted in the guest room, Kel! I'm finishing up the cooking if you need anything!" I shook my head, a small smile creeping it's way toward my mouth. Then I saw Cassidy. Her shoulders were hunched, and all of a sudden the fun, immature and happy Cassidy had taken off her mask to reveal the hurt, broken Cassidy. I opened my arms.

"You don't have to tell me, you just have to be ok." She accepted my hug and silently cried into my shoulder. I rubbed small circles on her back, and in those few moments I knew that I was the only thing keeping her up. Keeping her going. Maybe even keeping her alive. "Hey, shh. It's ok. I'll always be your shoulder to cry on, ok?" She looked up at me and smiled slightly, but that was all I needed. She unwrapped her arms from around me and took a few steps back. I turned to see mikey standing on the staircase behind us.

"I uh heard mum say she's cooking so I uh thought-"

"Shut up Mike." I joked." She's in the kitchen. Just for a minute do me the favour of not thinking about food."

"Ha ha." He said sarcastically, before shuffling past me. "And I don't always think about food, do I?" He walked into the kitchen and I heard him say,"Mum! Do I always think about food?"

"Yes. Now it would be good if you cleaned the dishes for me rather then stand around tasking up space."

"But mum-"

"But nothing. Dishes, now." I heard her laugh behind me, but it sounded so frail an, no other word could describe it better, broken.

"C'mon. Let's get you sorted upstairs. Unless you want to stay downstairs and I'll get it sorted?"

"No. No I'll come." She gave me another small smile, yet I knew that she knew I wasn't buying it. I was going to keep an eye on her for the rest of the night. She wasn't right yet. But I was hopeful that I could fix her. Well, I was going to try.