The Self-Harmed

~taking Caden~

It was two days later, so I had been home for four Days. Mom and Jackson were out getting food. Caden was laying on his bed in the hotel. The movers hadn't finished moving in their stuff yet. Which was understandable. They had a lot of stuff. They were rich. I was sitting on the other bed playing with a stuffed basketball. The hotel sweet was bigger than my house. I tossed the ball at him.

"What?" He demanded, looking at me.

"I'm bored."

It was true. I had been watching him texting for the last ten minutes. I was starting to miss Clara, and how she talked all the time.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"You're an A hole now." I told him. "You let that stupid phone ruin your youth."

"Fine." He shoved the phone into the pocket of his hoody. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I've been locked up in a crazy school for the last couple of months."

"What's it like?" He muttered looking down.

"There's a lot of people who understand you. People who want you to get better."

"So you're there because you have an eating disorder?"

"I cut and I tried to kill myself too."

"I know someone who cuts."

"Who?"

He smiled up at me. "Want to watch a movie?"

"Uh, sure."

We left the bedroom and headed into the living room. We had watched the movie for ten minutes when Mom and Jackson came back with pizza. For the next two days Caden and I stayed in the bedroom of the hotel. Caden had got his Xbox, and we played videogames and watched movies. We played that twenty questions game as well. The day before I had to go back to school Caden had took me to the mall and bought me clothes that fit me that I would actually wear. He had bout me new makeup and shoes and new suitcases.

He had also bought me a new backpack. I smacked him with a pair of shorts, as he had made a joke. We were in the laundry room in the hotel folding my new clothes. Caden Smiled and Reached for a shirt. And that's when I saw it. Just A tiny glimpse, so fast I wasn't sure.

"You okay, Charlie?" He asked, setting a shirt into one of the suitcases.

"Uh yeah." I shook my head and put in the shorts.

He reached for another shirt and his sleeve pulled up. I looked down and grabbed some jeans.

"I know you saw it." He muttered.

"I kind of have an eye for it now." I muttered back.

He hiked up his sleeve and handed me his arm. I looked at the newly made cuts.

"You know my school can help you."

"I'm not going there." He yanked his shirt down and zipped up my suitcase. "I'm not crazy."

"And I am?" I questioned.

He hit the table and left the laundry room.

"Think about it Caden!" I called.

The elevator dinged. I've never been in this place before. Knowing cutting isn't a good thing, and knowing someone who is doing it and they don't want help? Yikes. What was I supposed to do to help him? How could I? I waited outside of the hotel for my Mom.

"Where's Caden?" She smiled at me.

"We already said goodbye."

I shut the back door and hopped in.