My Bestfriend Saved Me

Chapter 1

        Hi. I'm Katy. This is my story and how my best friend saved me. His name is Hayes Grier. I've known him since we were small children. I moved to California when I was 11. I'm 15 now. My mom finally let me fly back to North Carolina and go see Hayes. They were always family friends, and my mom is willing to let me go back to visit. I always had a secret crush on Hayes but I never knew how he felt. Anyway, when I got to LAX, Nash Grier, his older brother, met me there, to fly with me to go and see Hayes. It was good to see Nash.

         When we landed in North Carolina, Nash gave me a hug goodbye and he stayed on the plane to fly home. Hayes was waiting for me outside of the airport with his mom. I forgot how sweet his mom was. I got a huge bear hug from Hayes. "Welcome back, Katy! I missed you so much. California is too far!" said Hayes. "I know, Hayes! Apparently, our moms discussed and now I'm staying one whole month, instead of one week!" I replied. We went back into the car and drove back to their house. They left Nash's room the way it was when he moved out, so I couldn't stay in his room. The guest room was in the middle of renovation, so I stayed in Hayes' room.

        After I got settled, I went down stairs and ate dinner. Mr. Grier was on a business trip so he wasn't home. He was always like a second father. It sucked that I couldn't see him, but it's whatever. After dinner, Hayes and I went upstairs to his room and we got in his bed and started to play video games on his XBOX 1. I whooped him in Madden 15. He got mad, but we laughed it off. I got bored of video games, so I got up to go to the bathroom and change into my PJ's.

        "You can change in here, you know? We are like brother and sister." He said. He didn't know about my self-harm. At the time, I was cutting on my hips and stomach. I had scars on my wrists, which he thankfully didn't see. "I don't feel comfortable, sorry. I'll be right back, promise." I eventually said. I walk to the bathroom, and close the door behind me. I took off my shirt and see all the cuts. I thought of the possible reactions I could get if Hayes saw them. The kind way: "Why would you do that to yourself?" OR the mean way: "You know I'm always here, and you turned to a stupid razor?! What the hell is wrong with you, you stupid b*tch?"I didn't know which way he would go. I didn't want to know. What if...? That's all I could think. What if... he saw? What if... he hated me because of it?