Fix You

eight

Luke and I sat in a comfortable silence for awhile. Finally he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. "Logan, you're beautiful." He said against my skin, then he began to play with my fingers. "Your hand are so tiny." He laughed, entertained for some reason.

Then he gasped. And at first I didn't realize why. "Logan what did you do to yourself?" He asked me, appalled by what I had done. I pulled my hand away and stood up from the bed. I didn't want him to see this. I didn't want him to see my scabs and scars. "I'll just go. I'm sorry Luke." I said without looking him in the eye and walking out the door. "Logan stop!" He called after me, jumping up from the bed to follow me.

"I'm not gonna say I understand why you did it. But I want you to know, that I will do everything I can to fix you. Your scars are a part of you. And I will make sure you know everything bit of you is perfect." He told me. I began to cry and he held me. "The longer you keep me around, the more pain I'll cause you. I'm a walking disaster Luke." I cried into his shoulder.

"Stop Logan. Stop trying to push me away because the truth is. I'm not going anywhere." He said sternly. "Promise not to tell the other boys. I didn't even want you to know." I asked him. "I won't tell them anything. This is just between you and beautiful. Just don't go, please just stay?" He promised, tears forming in his blue eyes.

"Okay, I'll stay." I said. He grabbed my hand and brought me back into the room. I laid on the bed and he followed me. He pulled me close to him and held me in his arms. "I wish we could do this every night." Luke slurred. "I do too. I finally feel safe." I told him. I felt Luke smile.

He just held me. All night long he was right there. He didn't run away when he found out I cut. He held on even tighter. He honestly was an angel.