*Next Morning*
Noah shakes me awake frowning. "What?" I ask.
"Why did you push me away when I wanted to cuddle with you yesterday?" He asks frowning. I don't answer. "Tell me!" He yells. "No!" I yell back hiding under the covers starting to cry. He sits on the bed and frowns. "And why not?" "Cause I ain't cuddling with someone who uses me." I cry more. "Use you for what?" He asks. "Sex retard!!" I screech. "Well I'm sorry, what else am I supposed to have you for?" He frowns. "Love!" I say. "Love?! Seriously? Why would I do that?" He thinks. "Because I'm tired of abuse! Your doing sexual abuse and my dad does physical abuse! Why the fuck not? You might as well throw me out on the damn streets cause I'd rather DiE then be with you abusers!" I cry and start to sweat.
"Even if I loved you I would be the only one!" I can tell he's tearing up. "No you wouldn't! Yesterday when I got off the pill. I didn't stop. And- it was by choice! Tortured or not it was by choice. EVEN IF YOU DIDNT LOVE ME BACK!!"
I swear I'm bout ready to run away.
"I don't!" Hes crying and trying to hide it. "Yes you do. Even if it's a little you do." I point out. "Prove it!" He yells. "Yesterday. When you punched the wall because I was off the pills. You didn't want to hurt me. When you cuddle me you don't do it cause you ask me to. You do it cause you actually want to." I say all these facts and Noah gets REALLY pissed off and scared.
"NO!!" He screams and runs out the door. He comes back and I hear a loading sound. O shit! It's a god Damn gun! "No! No! No! I don't love you! Stop it stop stop it!!" He screams and cries. I pull my head out of the covers to a gun being flailed around and his face red with a waterfall of tears flowing down his cheeks.
I get off the bed but he walks towards a wall and points the gun towards his head. "Go away!" He screams. I put my hands over my mouth crying and backing away towards the bed. He wipes his tears but more comes flowing back. I remove my arms and but them down by my sides. "Please stop." I say taking a small step towards him. "Stay back!" He points the gun at me then back at him. "Please- stop." I cry taking 2 more small steps towards him. "No! I don't love you!" He cries. I slowly walk towards him and then I'm in arms reach distance.
He sits down and curls up into a ball still having the gun pointed towards him. I take another step towards him and sit down on my bottom. "No!" He shrieks putting his head in between his arms so I can't see his face. I reach my hand out and grab his gun. He tightens his grip and then loosens it. I take it out of his hands and push it away. I sit close next to him and he pushes me away. "Shhhh." I say moving him towards my chest. He moves towards me crying. I take his arm and put it around me. "I don't love you." He mumbles avoiding that he does. "It's ok." I say playing with his hair. "No! It's not ok! Why are you here? I hate you!" He shrieks. I hold on to him tighter. There's no way I'm letting him go. For about 5 minutes we're like this. Then he pulls his arms back and lifts his head. He moves away to the other side of the room by the door in a corner and hides.
I move by him and lift his head and make him look at me. "Hey,it's ok. Please, please don't kill yourself. Please." Another tear falls. "I have to. You can't stop me!" He pulls his head back. I push his legs down flat on the floor. He looks at me and I wipe his tears. I wipe mine also. He shakes his head. I wrap my arms around him. He tries to push me away but I keep holding on. "Promise me you won't kill yourself." I say. "I c-". "I don't care! Promise me please!" I hang on tighter. "No." He states. "You dont have a choice. Rather you promise or not your not dying." I let go and take his hands. He tries to pull back but I keep holding on. "I don't love you." A tear forms but I wipe it before it can fall off his face. I put my forehead to his. It's sweaty. But idrc. "Shhhh. I know." I whisper. "No you don't. You're still here. You don't want me to die. No you don't!" He pulls his head away.
I sit on his lap and wrap my legs around his sides. "Get off me!" He tries to pull me off but I grab his hands. I wrap his hands around my waist and I do the same with my hands around his waist. I lay my head on his neck and a few minutes later I whisper "I love you." He hesitates but finally says "I love you too. I'm sorry." He holds on tighter to me. "It's ok. You don't need to be sorry." I say and put my head in front of his and stare at him. He stares back. His face is less red. It's just a light pink now.
"Yes I do. I almost killed myself I'm an idiot!!" He frowns and returns back to normal. "Your not an idiot. I promise your not." I say rubbing my fingers up and down his neck. "Ok." He sighs. "Promise me you won't kill yourself." I say once more. "I promise I won't kill myself." "Good." I say. We stare at each other for a few minutes more until I decide to-
