I woke up to an empty room. I look at my wrists at the cuts. So any cuts. So many scars.
"Hey." James came in the door with fast food
"Hi." I shoved my arms back under the blanket. He handed me one of the bags of food and a large soft drink.
"I got you McDonalds." He forced a smile.
I tried to smile back but couldn't.
"How long have I been here?" I pull out a fry from the bag.
"Three or four days." He takes a drink.
I do the same and I'm surprised by what he got me. My favorite. Sweet Tea.
I pull out a box from the bag and its a 10 piece chicken nuggets.
"I didn't know what you wanted." He lowers his head.
"Its okay!" I assure him. "I am okay with this." I smile. I eat my chicken nuggets and my fries. I give him my Big Mac.
We talk about what's been going on. I agreed I would stop cutting.
I think I may have lied.
