Cuts.

s l i m .

"please..." her voice trembling, her body in pain as she curled up in the corner, her step-dads body towering her.

he kicked her one more time before exiting the house. she laid there to embarrassed to tell anyone. she already felt the bruises forming, the pain slowly fading away. she's gotten used to it.

knocking on the door came, and her eyes widened. she tried to make her way towards the door, but her body was in agonizing pain, leaving a trail of fire with each body part she moved. she let out a groan, and let her body lay on the floor, so lifeless, and weak.

"I'm coming in!" after a couple of more knockings, he finally made his way in. his eyes widened in panic, fear, and sadness as he witnessed the fragile, and bruised girl that laid in front of him.

"andrea!? can you hear me!?" she groaned in response, not being able to speak. without hesitant he quickly grabbed her body bridal style. she was so weightless to him, he didn't feel any meat, all he felt were her bones. he then realized how pale, and bony she was. her fingers so slim, and thin. he could wrap his hand around her leg.

"andrea...?"

another groan.

"where does it hurt?" she didn't know what to do. she didn't want to speak, because she was afraid with one word she'd completely break down, but her body was in to much pain to move. finally she realized the person was will.

"every...where..." her soft voice filled the silenced room. he made his way to her room, and laid her down on the bed. he went into her bathroom to look for an emergency kit, but found something else. a blade on the floor, blood on it, and dried blood on the floor. the trash was filled with napkins dripping with blood. he's never seen anything like this before.

soon he found the emergency kit. there was red stains of blood on it. the bandages were all cut up, and torn as if used a lot. barely any band-aids. everything was used, and it was a shock to him, because this was a big kit.

he took the disinfectant, and lifted up her shirt dabbing her bruises with it. he let out a gaps at how skinny she was, her ribs practically sticking out her stomach. he took a napkin, and cleaned up the blood. a purple bruise was all that was left of these cuts. he placed bandages over them.

finally he looked at her wrist seeing that the scars were really there.

"andrea why?" she just then realized that her cuts were showing, and his eyes glued on them.

"i just wasn't enough." she cried out. he brought her into a hug letting her tears, and sadness fall out.

"your more the enough for me."

realizing the situation she thought to herself, finally, someone cares, some one is finally here for me.

{A long chapter because I love you guys, and you've been awesome readers so, there ya go.}