sokeefe

Chapter Three

I can't believe he did that. They won't ever understand. She stared at the cuts on her arm. Some small part of her knew that this was unhealthy, but ignored it. She made a deep cut in a new spot, and watched the blood flow, but she didn't cry this time. She spent the rest of the day in her room. Tommorow they were ambushing the never seen. But they never won. They just escaped. Sophie knew they would lose. And that's why she got her knife. The knife was sliced skin when someone came in. Crap. She hurried to hide the knife, but she knew they saw it. It was all her friends. By looking at their faces she knew that they had seen it. She didn't bother to greet or even look at them. She ignored them and bandaged her arm and cleaned the knife. She turned around. Keefe looked sad, while the rest of her friends were either gaping or mad. Sophie looked at all of her friends, preparing for a big fight. Bianca was the first to respond. She didn't even say anything, just ran over and gave her a hug. Fitz spoke. "How could you do this to yourself!?" He yelled. He looked down at the leaking cut in disgust. He started a rant about how dangerous it was, etc. By the time he had finished, I was crying. I crumpled to the ground because it was too much. The pressure was too great. There was the never seen, depression, and now fitz. He didn't even look a little sorry. He stormed out of the room. Keefe and Bianca were already there trying to comfort me. "We can fix it. Okay?" Bianca said. Keefe nodded . "OK" I murmured. But I knew deep inside that no one and nothing could fix me. I knew I would never be alright. Dex and marella asked questions, but it wasn't too bad. After they had gone, I layed in my bed, crying. I had been able to hold most of the tears in because I didn't want them to see. Now it was all coming out. I grabbed my iPod, and listened to depressing songs, sometimes mouthing the lyrics. I heard edaline yell from downstairs."Keefe's here!" I wiped off my tears. No one could see me like this. Especially Keefe. I opened the  door when he knocked. He gave me a sad look. He could feel my emotions, he understood somewhat. He didn't say anything, just enveloped me in a warm hug. I broke down in his arms. I told him everything. Everything I had ever felt. I don't know why I trusted him with that. Because I knew I would never have told anyone else.