Hope for life

Skate Park

As the bell rang signaling the end of school, I return home throwing my bag on my bed. Grabbing my graffiti skateboard as I walk out the front door. As I skate down to the local skate park I start blaring my music, escaping all the stress in my mind.

The town skate park isn't very big. It contains a few little ramps with three grinding bars and a table meant for skating. I normally come here after school to relax and unwind. I sit on the ground leaning against one of the ramps, setting my phone next to me still playing music. As I pull up my knees to my chest I take out a little pocket bag. I unzip it setting it in front of my feet. As I stare at it I think about everything that's happen in the past few months. In the unzipped pocket bag is two razor blades and a white bandage wrap. Getting frustrated I throw the bag, its contents scattering in front of a pair of feet. Kye is standing there with a conflicted and confused look on his face, I didn't even notice him walking towards me before I threw my bag. I scramble towards the bag and its contents that are scattered, before I could reach the razor blades Kye grabs them.

I jump up holding out my hand, "give them to me." Kye looks at me, "it's Angel, right?" I sigh, "yeah, now hand them over." Key's eyes grow worried, "not to jump to any conclusions, but we're you planning on hurting yourself?" I drop my hand and whisper, "I thought about it." Kye takes the bag out of my hand and places one razor in the bag zipping it. Handing it to me Kye asks me, "I know I'm new and I don't really know you, but tell me what's wrong." Taking my bag in shock and confusion I barley speak out a, "okay" as I take my seat on the ground. Even though I barely know him I feel like I can tell him anything, that I can trust him. I've never felt like this before, I shrug it off as I begin telling him about the accident and everything else in my life.

After about a a half hour later of me telling him my life story, and answer questions he had, I take a deep breath thinking for a moment. Remembering that he still has one of the razors I question him about it, "why did you give me my razor back if you knew what I was going to do with it? And why did you only give me one? Why not both or none?" He gives me a forced smile, "I know what it's like and if I were to take both it wouldn't do any good, you would only find more. Also I took one cause I needed one and you just happened to have two." I stare at him in shock, then I move my eyes to my bracelet covered arm. I start removing my bracelets, revealing scars and healing cuts. Once every bracelet was removed I held out my arm to show him. Looking at my arm with close examination he sighs and turns his eyes to his arms, I do the same. As my eyes reach his arms I realize that both his arms are covered with bracelets. He does the same thing I did just a moment ago, taking every bracelet off. As he holds out his arms my eyes look over all his scars. I place my arm next to him giving a little chuckle, "we're matching."

I grab his pile of band bracelets looking through them, I stop when I come to a Falling In Reverse bracelet. Holding it in front of his face I look at him in amazement, "I love this band!" Kye gives me a small chuckle, "you can keep it." I look at him surprised at the gesture, "you don't have to do that, it's fine." Kye's eyes soften, "it's yours now, I have allot of bracelets. Don't worry about it." Finally accepting the bracelet, I put it on admiring it. After a few seconds I look up at Kye and give him a smile, "thanks Kye! I love it!" Kye chuckles smiling, "yep no prob."

I looked at the time as I jumped up, "shit, I'm sorry Kye but I gotta get heading home." Kye looks at me in amusement, "okay, can we hang here tomorrow after school?" Grabbing my skateboard I give Kye a smile, "sounds great! See you tomorrow Kye." As I walk home I recap the afternoon, I've never opened up to anyone like that before. Well except my friend Ali, but that still took about a year. I can't believe I just told a boy, that I've only know for a few hours, everything about me. Something about him, it felt like I've known him my whole life. I shake my head mumbling to myself, "get a grip angel"