The Self-Harmed

~Silly Secrets~

After group I headed back to my room. I quickly unpacked knowing that I wouldn't be packing until I felt a little better. Who care's about Owen. I'm here to grow and get better for my future. Why Did Owen have to be put in this school. There are so many other schools and this one was picked at random. No, it wasn't. 

I just felt like I needed dome time to myself. To not even be around Owen. Maybe I could just leave the room when I saw him. Maybe I jut needed to be alone for a little while. You know? Go to class and group and therapy and then go to my room. To crawl under my blankets and to not come out until tomorrow. 

And I'd only need to do this long enough for me to because mentally stable enough to be around others. I wounder if they offered a program were I could be left alone. I just needed the minimum time someone was allowed to sort their thoughts and find solutions.

My Dad was cheating on my Mom. Me being sick was just making them fight more. Why is Dad cheating? To much stress? Did Mom take one to many personal moments? Did the girl seem familiar. What kind of epic trait did this woman have to make him stray? How was I going to tell Mom. Should I have already told her?

How can I put my friends minds to ease? Surely the answer wasn't being alone.  And if I engaged too much they'd find something in that. So no matter what I did, it would be pulled apart so the others could look for any sign of a lie. But I couldn't stay in my room. Because then they'd come to find me, and really see something that I wasn't ready to share. 

I took my time with getting ready. I braided my hair back and pulled on some thermals before pulling on my Pajamas. I smiled thanking the man at my door handing out nightly vitamins. Business as usual for him huh? Business as usual for them all. 

Waiting a few more minuets I slipped on my robe and slippers. Just for tonight I didn't want to be alone. And then tomorrow I'd start on my quest. A quest that made me healthy and happy. But right now, I cracked open my door and pressed my eye to the crack to survey the scene. Then I stuck my head out to took around.

If I was caught I could always blame it on my constant need to pee. But no one was lurking in the shadows. This time. I tied my robe in place and quickly ran down the hall. I knocked and pushed the door open. I didn't even wait for an answer. Shutting the door closed I took off my robe and flipped off my slippers.

I walked over to the bed and waited a few seconds. Then I reached down lifting the blankets. This did wake him up and he looked up at me a little confused with blurry eyes. So I paused waiting for a reaction holding up the blanket and sheet.  He looked up at me and with a worried expression he scooted over and I climbed into bed. 

We lay side by side staring at each other.

"You okay?"

I nodded, "I just wanted to talk."

"What happened?"

"My Dad is cheating on my Mom."

"Oh man, I'm sorry Charlie."

"I just wanted someone to know."

Ryder put an arm around my waist pulling me against him. Once I was lined up against him he kissed my forehead and then rested his chin on my head.