Nothing but the truth.

7

Later that night, I looked up at the stars that shone so bright and wished I could be like them. I was faded, broken, and burning out. My thoughts were broken by the loud chiming of my phone. For the first time, I looked down to see 3 messages from Rian. He had added me on facebook, and then messaged me. I was so shocked. The messages read like this:

"Hey! I'm so glad you have facebook!"

"I don't care if you think i'm insane"

"I do have a crush on you though"

I smiled down at my phone, and saw that he was typing, yet again. Another message popped up.

"But I feel bad."

And then I began to panic. I answered him and asked why.

"I saw your arms."

My eyes filled with tears, welling up. I knew that he probably found me to be some sort of freak. He probably never wanted to speak to me again. Any time someone saw my cuts, they would pretend that they didn't notice them.

"You probably think i'm some sort of freak, now don't you?" I said to him.

"No, I don't. I have experience in all that. I know how it goes." He replied. For some reason, I couldn't believe that Rian could be depressed. He seemed so confident and happy. I had never even considered that as a possibility. Maybe there was more to him than I had originally thought. We continued to talk for hours that night. I looked on his Facebook page, and saw a lot of things that suprised me. He was in cross country, and he had done a marathon for suicide prevention. He talked about depression and plenty of other things I was suprised to see. I had no idea that he could have ever been depressed.

Rian and I got closer as the days went on, but we had decided that we loved what we had and we didn't want to ruin it with dating. He hugged me, smiled at me and always brightened my days. He also started to tell me he loved me. Things were going perfectly.