The Self-Harmed

~On leave~

The next Day I packed my suitcase. Mom signed me out of school for a couple of days so I could pack my room. They were moving out of the house I grew up in. I had already said goodbye to everyone. A knock sounded on my door, and Ryder pushed it open.

"Here." He handed me a long box.

"What is it?" I smiled giving it a soft shake.

"Just open it." he put his hands into his pocket with a growing smile.

I did. On a thin sliver chain was the word hope. The hope was covered in diamonds.

"Can you put it on?" I handed it to him and pulled up my hair.

He clipped it into place.

"Thank you." I hugged him. "Why'd you buy it?"

"Because I love you."

He grabbed my hand, my suitcase and we left the room.

"I'll be back."

"I know."

Mom was waiting in the office. A male nurse followed us out so Ryder could carry my bag. He set it in the trunk and shut the lid.

"I know if I don't do this now I'll lose my window."

"Do what?" I laughed looking up at him.

He grabbed my face and kissed me, "I love you."

He hurried into the school, the male nurse shut the door with a thud.

"Charlie, come on." Mom called.

It was a quite drive to the house. I told Mom I was sorry and she said it's fine. And that was it for talking. There was the distant sound of pots and pans banging as I jogged up stairs. I was starting to notice my room had a certain smell. I couldn't name it but it did have one. I walked over to my desk, and gave a half smile as I picked up a head band.

I shoved it into my hair and walked to my bed which was filled with boxes. I plugged my I pod into the speaker on my night stand and began to build the boxes. The front door opened and closed.

"What are you doing here?" Mom demanded.

"I came to pick up the rest of my boxes. Would you relax?"

"No, I Will not relax!"

"Is Charlie home yet?"

"You stay the hell away from my daughter!"

I turned up the volume and brought a box to my book shelf. There were so many boxes. My room was the way I left it. It was like a room who's owner had to stop everything. There was dust on the window ledge, dresser, desk, and book shelf. Not a lot to be dirty, but enough for me to notice. I blew on the shelf and a dust cloud whooshed into the air.

I waved it away, and grabbed a stack of books. I dropped the books carefully in the box and then finished the rest of the box.

"Leave her alone!"

There was a knock on the door. I looked over as the door was pushed open.

"Hey." He nodded at me as he stood in front of the door.

I nodded back. He was jostled forward as the door was pushed open, and then he quickly stood against the door again slamming it closed.

"How are you?"

"Fine." I looked over at him. "Is there a reason that your standing in front of the door blocking my Mother?"

"Oh." He moved away from the door.