The stories in my flesh (Sequel to scars)

Part 12

"What are you doing here?" I ask. He doesn't answer he just looks at me. "What are you doing here?" I repeat. He sighs and sits beside me on the floor. "I want to help you." He whispers.

"Help me? I don't need help." I don't mean for it to sound coldly but it comes out that way. "Yes you do. I know you do." He's still whispering like he's afraid somebody will hear us.

"Nick. I don't need your help." I start to get up, he looks up at me. "We could do it, you know. Just you and I." I stop what I'm doing and give him a questioning look. He stares at his shoes and I cannot see his eyes because of those curls of his. I can't help but to wonder what he's meaning so I sit back down. "Do what?" This time I whisper.

"Run away." Those two words knock the breath out of me. Sure, I've thought about running away but I knew I'd never be successful. And now, Nick is telling me we could run away. "Are you crazy? They'd catch us." I say. "Maybe I am crazy. But it doesn't hurt to try." He says. "We would never make it. They've got cameras outside, we are locked in. We don't have the keys. And even if we were to make it, what would we do after that? We don't have any money, no place to stay."

"I have a way to get the keys, but I'll need your help for that. And the cameras rotate so they don't stay focus on one place, we could move around quickly and they won't see us. Also, I've been saving money since I got here. My parents, they come to visit and every time they come I ask for money. Funny thing is, they never ask me why. The thing is I had some money saved up and with the money my parents give me, we have enough to get airplane tickets, and necessary stuff."

This is so overwhelming. First of all, it's the first time Nick has ever spoken so much. Second of all why would he try to help me? And third of all, can I trust him? "Why are you telling me this? Why do you want to help me?" He looks up and I look into his eyes. "Because I know what you're going through. Plus, we're both eighteen. They can't press any charges against us because we are forced to be here. Listen, I just want to help."

Without even thinking it out I just nod, "But what about Amy? And Carrie? Can they come with us?" He shakes his head, "No way. Carrie needs serious help, she needs to be here. And I'm not sure we can trust Amy." I have to laugh at that, because we also need to be in here. "Whats so funny huh?" He asks. "We can trust Amy, she wouldn't betray us. And It's kinda funny because I'm a self cutting freak and you have huge anger problems, we need to be here as much as Carrie needs to."

"You just need love. I just need love." My mouth opens but no words come out, "I've read your letter Sydney. I don't try to be nosy but I get curios. And every time you write, you always write about hurting .. And about him." He's meaning Anthony. "If you get together with him, you'll stop hurting." My eyes get a little teary.

"And if you get together with that green eyed girl, you'll stop hurting?" He sadly smiles, "No, I will never get back with that green eyed girl. She's an anchor." Then I remembered the letter he wrote about her. "Then how are you going to find love?" He shrugs, "I don't know, but I will find it out there. I can't find it here trapped in this place."

I nod, "Alright. But Amy, we have to take her with us. We can't leave her. She has become my best friend." Nick looks unsure, "We can trust her. She never told on me when I cut, she never betrayed me. She would never." He bites his lip. "But it's more risky if we take her, cause that's three people." I sigh, "I can't leave her, not after all the support she has given me." He kinda groans, "Okay fine. But if she betrays us-"

"She won't." I say. He nods. "Okay, and Sydney?" I look at him. "I know what it feels like." He says, "Huh?" He looks at the ceiling. "I know the urge you get to draw your twisted pictures." I look at him until he meets my gaze.

"How would you know that?" He pulls up his sleeve.

"Because I use to draw too."