{changed the cover anyways! :P}
"you ready for your second day at counseling?"
"are you always going to wait for me until my therapist is done?"
"yup." he popped the 'p'.
"ok let's get this over with. what do you want me to do?"
"cry."
"what?"
he opened his arms.
"come here."
"no."
"come on."
he stepped towards her.
"no!"
he still steps closer.
"will no!"
one more step.
"will i'm serious!"
he embraced her into a hug, letting his muscular arms wrap around her.
"let go of me..."
her voice in a whisper. she doesn't bother fighting him back.
"go on."
"let it go?"
she asked making sure he wanted her to.
♩let it goo! let it goo!♩
he sang making her giggle.
then she started thinking. remembering her and her mothers moments together.
remembering all those hurtful words her father and everyone else say.
remembering all those bruises her father left.
she remembered it all, and slowly began to cry in his arms.
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Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
