Jake
I run inside and straight into my room, basically slamming the door, I can't believe I did that, am I insane? Why the fuck would I touch his leg? Colby is straight, he doesn't like me, it's obvious from the way he looked at me when I did it. "UGH!" I scream, I then remember that I have a pack of razor blades in my bag, I go inside of it and take them out, getting one and sitting up against the door, I roll up my sleeve and start crying harder, I then start to cut myself. One, for being a dumbass, two, for liking Colby, three for touching his hand, four for making things awkward. I start to say them out loud without realizing it, there is then a knock on my door, I throw the blade on the ground and roll down my sleeve, I open it. "Are you ok?" Corey asks, he must've heard me. "Y-yeah I-I'm fine why?" I ask, he then looks at the little puddle of blood on the floor, and then he looks at my blood covered sleeve. "Jake What the fuck?" He says, I look at my sleeve slowly dripping blood onto the ground, I start to cry again and shut the door when I see Colby coming near it, as I'm about to sit on my bed I feel someone turn me around. "Jake my fuck give your arm." Colby says with a worried face, he grabs my cuts. "OW!" I scream out crying, he hugs me, as my cuts continue to bleed onto his shirt. "I'm sorry it's just...why? Why did you do this?" He asks. "I- I don't know." I lie, he grabs my hand and drags me into the the upstairs bathroom and shuts the door. "Sit down somewhere." He says, I sit on the floor and he brings a wet washcloth over to me, he kneels down and gently takes my arm, he starts patting the cuts. "Does that hurt?" He asks, I shake my head, he then sits next to me and continues. "Jake, please tell me the reason you did this, I know you know." He says, I just cry again, he puts his arm around me. "You know these scar right?" He asks, I nod. "Then why would you do it?" He asks, I cry harder. "Fine I'll stop asking." He says, I continue to cry as he pulls down my sleeve and takes me back to my room, once we get there I lay down, facing away from him. We sit in silence for a few moments. "I'm sorry I'm a fuck up." I say through tears, I hear him sigh. "You're not a fuck up Jake." He says, my crying then stops as I fall asleep.
