Behind Closed Doors ( Chris Motionless)

Chapter 8: Don't be scared

Minutes later, Chris comes with his hands full with a bowl of popcorn, soda, and the dvds under his arm, I grabbed the popcorn and soda and sat them on the bed next to me, he puts in the movie and turns off the light and sat next to me, we both reach for some popcorn, making our hands entwine, we both froze, staring at our hands entwined in the popcorn, we both quickly move our hands, still grabbing a handful on the way out of the bowl. He hands me a can of coke, we both pop them open and gulp it down, keeping our eyes on the screen.

"I love this part," he says smiling, I faintly smiled, watching the serial killer rip off a naked girls arm. I can't believe this much gore already starts in the beginning of the movie.

An hour into the movie, I could feel Chris staring at me from the corner of my eye, he was staring at me from the corner of his. The movie finally ends, he gets up. I watch him take out the movie and putting another one in. I began to wonder if he has a girlfriend, any girl would be the luckiest girl in the world to be with him. I haven't even known him for a week and I already love his personality, he's such a caring person, and he's sure as hell a good listener, he's understanding, and he's just so adorable! I feel my face heating up from blushing from thinking about Chris. I snap back in reality, he's already sitting next to me, eyes glued on the tv, I let out a groan as the intro to the movie plays, a vampire was holding a heart, sinking his teeth into it, blood squirting all over his face, I cringe a little.

"Aww, don't be scared, L, it's just a movie,"

I narrowed my eyes.

"L?"

"Yeah, I assume that everyone calls you Liz, or Lizzy, so I thought I'd make up my own nick name for you..unless you want me to call you Elizabeth?"

"No, please don't, I hate my name, L is perfectly fine, and especially not Lizzy,"

"Why not?"

I didn't tell him the reason why I hated"Lizzy", so I just told him that it was too girly for me, which was part of the reason. We turned back to the movie, I saw him staring at me from the corner of his eye. Why does he do that? This kind of stuff makes me feel even more insecure, I tug on the sleeves on my Avenged Sevenfold jacket, I couldn't stand it any longer, so I blurted out what I wanted to ask him all night.

"Why do keep staring at me?"

Busted. His face got really red, he covered his face in embarrassment, and scolded himself, then he looked at me, half smiling, he clears his throat.

"Well, uh...I can't help it....you're just really, really pretty,"

"shut up,"

"I'm serious! You're insanely beautiful,"

"Thanks for the compliments, and I'm not trying to fish for more, but I know I'm far from being beautiful, I'm not even cute, I'm not even kinda cute, I'm ugly, I hear it everyday at school, and how could you say that I'm beautiful? I have a black eye and cuts all over my arms,"

His expression stiffened, he paused the movie and looked into my eyes for a few seconds that seemed like a few minutes, then he spoke without looking away.

"Those dumb fucks at school are full of themselves, that's why they say that shit, they think that their the most perfect creatures on Earth, and they're not. They say that because you're different, you have black hair, and you wear dark make up, and wear dark clothes and listen to heavy metal...to them, we're freaks, but to us....we're still human beings, weather we have piercings and tattoos and scream beautiful lyrics to the top of lungs or not, we're nothing less than them, we only like different things. And I said that about you because it's true, L, I don't give a shit about your bruises, you're still beautiful on the inside and out, don't let ANYONE, tell you different,"

Tears fill my eyes after Chris spoke. I wiped my nose and and sniffled. I wanted to full out cry.

"But, Chris...I'm not beautiful on the outside...I've ruined my skin....I cut,"

Chris looks at my covered arms, and reaches for my zipper on my jacket, he slowly zips it down.

"Chris, whatre you do-"

"shh, let me do this, take off your jacket,"

"No..." I shook my head.

"Stop being afraid of showing your skin, it needs to breathe, please take off your jacket,"

I shook my head again.

"L, please take off your fucking jacket!"

I jumped and took off my jacket, revealing my scars, that's when I began crying, he got up and held my hands and led me dow the hall, he opened the bathroom door, and turned on the light.

"Don't be scared," he whispered.