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Chapter 6

I read the note again and looked up and saw him. I screamed yelling "no! No! No! Please you can't!!" " Stella wake up!" I jumped up thinking it was my mom, but instead it was Wade sitting on my bed next to me with two plates of pancake, eggs, and bacon.

"You okay? And goodmorning!" he said as he skimmed the room with his eyes and they slowly stop on my mug laying on the floor. He pick it up and could smell the alcohol. "You drink?" He asked. I put my head down in shame and looked at my hands. I finally nodded.

"Why?" He asked. "It makes me forget things, and I may sound psycho about this but it stops me from saying or doing things I'll regret." I said. He nodded like he understood. "Well here, eat." He said as he handed me peice of bacon and as he handed me the peice his hoodie sleeve came up just enough to were I could see how bad his cuts were.

I grabbed his wrist instead of the bacon and pulled back his sleeve all the way to his elbow. Luckily they weren't as bad as mine but that doesn't make it good. "I only find comfort in cutting." He said sadly. I then sat closer to him on the bed and hugged him. "What about yours? Where are they?" he asked. I took the collar of my t-shirt and pulled down a little. There they were. Filling both shoulders with horrible memories of the things that have happened in the past and present.

His jaw dropped. "those are deep..." he said in a mumble. I nodded. I released my t-shirt collar and looked down. He then said "Why don't we just eat before we all leave." He said trying to lighten the mode. I nodded and finally grabbed the bacon from his hand. We both ate and when we were done I gave him my number and he said "I'll text ya later."

I nodded and he kissed me on the forehead. After that he left so I got my stuff together and then changed. But when I got out of the camper he's family was gone. What if I really never see him again. But he said he was moving. Wait he might forget about me. He doesn't even know what school I go to. I sighed and got in the truck. For the first hour or 2 of the trip were suicidal thought, because I was in that kind of a mode. I get these a lot. Every time I have that dream. I don't want to talk to anyone. These days normal end with me cutting.