The Self-Harmed

~You never tell me anything~

Clara." I said, as she took a step back. "It's not what you think."

She hurried from my room.

"Ryder. Listen to me."

Ryder turned and left. Owen and I looked at each other, and then ran from the room.

"Ryder!"

He turned to face me.

"Are you cheating on me?" He demanded, hurt filled his eyes. "With Owen."

"No," I shook my head.

"The why where you so close to him!" He yelled at me.

"I had a lapse in judgment!"

He laughed, "What kind of judgment? He had his hands on you!"

"My Dad cheated on my Mom, I'd never cheat. Don't you remember how I felt?"

"No I don't!" He grabbed my arms. "You never tell me anything!"

"Let her go bro." Alex grabbed Ryder's arms.

We all stood still, until Alex grabbed One of Ryder's hands and made him let my arm go. Ryder tossed his hands up and through his hair as he hurried down the hall, Alex and I watched him go.

Alex looked at me, "What are you doing Charlie?"

My mouth popped open as I held up both hands. Alex sighed, and jogged after Ryder.

"God!" I stomped back to my room.

I grabbed the Mirror off the wall and tossed it. It broke into little pieces. As If I was possessed my feet shuffled to the glass. I bent down and grabbed a piece of the glass. I slowly stood up, and someone grabbed me from behind and pinned my upper arms down.

"Drop it Charlie." Caden whispered.

The piece of glass slipped from my hand, breaking into three pieces when it hit the floor.

"It's okay." He dragged me away from glass and to the door.

The door flew open and a male nurse stood there.

"What's going on?" He demanded.

"Teenage girl drama. I'll clean it up." Caden explained.

The Nurse nodded once and then shut the door. I wasn't crying this time or even shaking. I was just standing there frozen. Numb.

"Charlie?" Caden asked. He pulled back when I didn't answer. "Charlie?"

He shook me and then smacked at my face a little. "Charlie, look at me."

My eyes flashed to his, "What do you want?"

He sighed in relief and then pulled me into a hug. He picked me up and carried me to my bed.

"You stay here and I'll take care of the glass."

I turned on my side and watched him clean up the glass piece by piece. He grabbed the small trash can and tossed in the big pieces first.But who cared if it was the shards of glass of my heart he was cleaning up? The damage had already been done.