Mental Damage (C.H.)

2 ~ The Little Burns

  All I could think about after arguing with her is the little burns. There were multiple covering her arms and if they were like that on her legs too, wow. If that wasn't the reason she was here then god dammit I'll find out if it's the last thing I do. It was in the later hours of night. Definitely past lights out, considering the soft snores erupting from Luke. I couldn't get the image out of my damn head. The red, circular portrayal of the burns. Some were newer than others. They probably hurt when they came in contact with anything.

  When she first got here I saw her with her brother, I'm presuming, they were saying goodbye to each other. I couldn't think. So I stood up and walked down all five flights of stairs and walked out the back door into the courtyard. I noticed a figure. It was definitely a girl. I could tell from the feminine features. She had on a pair of black joggers and a cropped, black sweater. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit it. The sound of the lighter had made her turn around. It was Eden.

  "What are you doing out here?" I asked her. She took a couple steps closer, probably to figure out who I was.

  "I would ask you the same thing, except you're obviously killing yourself slowly." She responded with so much sass.

  "I'm not killing myself slowly. I'm relieving stress." I told her. Her green eyes were filled with annoyance. I took another drag and since she was closer than before I blew it all out in her face. She just looked pissed. She didn't cough or anything.I guess she let out a little cough.

"Really?" She asked, sarcasm clear in her voice. She pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and saw something. She smiled.

"Who's that?' I asked, leaning forward to see what was on her phone.

"A guy from my neighborhood. He found out and wished me good luck." I saw his name was saved as 'Ty💙💙'. His name was definitely something like, Tyler or Tyson. Such a fuckboy name. I just wanted to know the reason behind the hearts.

"What's his real name?" I asked, pointing to the top of her screen.

"Theodore. He just prefers Ty or Theo. I tried calling him Teddy once but he tackled me to the ground. We've known each other since sixth grade." She said, her eyes were welling up with tears. "God, I miss home so much." I tear fell from her eyes and she just wiped it with her hand. She sniffled a little and looked down at the device. I don't know what to do honestly. I've never really had to help with this stuff. That's pretty odd considering I dated Chloe who has depression. She would cry all the time. I hated it and so I just broke up with her. "Do you miss home?" SHe asked, looking up at me.

"I don't know. Not really. They were assholes. Except my sister, Mali. She was the only reason I stayed on that hell hole. My dad was abusive after my mom killed herself. Soon after, Mali did the same. So I left. The cops found me and I sent here after I tried to escape. There's no reason to miss it. It just brings back old memories I don't want." She looked almost guilty.

"I shouldn't have asked. I mean, my life hasn't been peachy either. Lived with my parents until something happened and my brother and I were taken away from our parents by the state and high school came around and I was bullied. My brother went to college and got a job as a high school teacher. I moved in with him and high school was still terrible and it had taken its effect. So my brother said it was time to fix it." She told me, looking out into the dark sky, her pale skin reflecting off the moon, making her look almost heavenly.

"So why are you here?" I asked her, still looking at her side profile. We were now standing next to each other. She turned to look at me.

"I think it's getting late. I'm gonna go up to my room. It was nice talking to you, though." She said. I watched her walk inside. She didn't go into detail about anything.