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🌑Chapter 2

"You'll hurt yourself that way." I heard a voice say from behind me.
I ignored the voice, pressing the blade unto my arm.
"Um I don't appreciate people ignoring me," The voice continued while grabbing the blade "So I'll just take this before you do any real damage."
"What's your problem?" I asked the voice, mine low, without turning back,
"What's your business even? You don't even know me. You don't know what happened."
"True, true. What I do know is that you shouldn't hurt yourself for any reason. Even if it's something that hurt you or someone." The voice finished, coming to stand in front of me.
I looked up, sniffling. I didn't even realise when I started crying.
The voice I'd been conversing with was a guy, his features highlighted by the moonlight, the stars his halo. He looked like an angel that was sent to me, one that prevents people from self harming. His pale face was framed by long, dark hair which fell around his eyes which were crystal blue. His long eyelashes fanned his face as he blinked.
"Are you an angel?" I blurted out.
He blinked once, twice before bursting into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Lol, no. And you're also not dead either." He snickered.
I nodded slowly, still watching him as he straightened up and said:
"Ethan Manchester, at your service."
I blinked at him. He smiled and asked
"Don't you wanna tell me your name?"
"No, not really." I answered.
He blinked twice and bursted into laughter.
"Alright." He chuckled and took a seat beside me.
There was silence. Then-
"Why did you want to harm yourself?" He asked.
I stared at him " Why should I tell you?"
Stretching like a cat, he replied
"Well it's better than keeping it in until you break. And I'm a stranger you probably won't see until your next life, so it should be fine."
"I'm already broken." I muttered, as I rubbed at my chest.
I hated feeling pain inside so I tried to  project it into physical injuries. It felt better to cry for physical wounds. Hopefully, the heartache would heal along with the cut. Until then, just keep making more until it's gone.
The guy- Ethan- glanced at me,
"I don't think so." He said, " Maybe a little cracked but then again everyone kinda is."
I smiled a little before hesitating.
"It's complicated."
"I'm all ears. And arms, legs, eyes even nose and lips if you want." He replied.
I gave a breathless laugh before biting my lip and saying:
"It kinda hurts in here," I touched my chest "And I'll probably feel better if it was out here." I finished, putting enough pressure on my arm to bruise it.
"Hey, hey, none of that." He said pulling on my arm. Then he asked,
"Why does it hurt in there?"
My lower lip wobbled when I said in one breath:
"I went to this party with my friends and I caught my boyfriend cheating on me and I broke up with him, well technically I didn't but yeah."
"Frick" was all he said and I nodded.
After a while he asked, "What makes you think it'll feel better once you hurt yourself?"
"I'm not hurting myself." I protested.
He raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, what'd you call pulling a blade across your skin until it draws blood and won't regenerate until after a few days?"
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I looked down at my feet and back up at his face which was now looking at me expectantly.
"I don't know what to do anymore." I whispered tears now falling down my face.
"Do you wanna know what I'd do?" He asked, whispering also.
I nodded and he pressed the switch blade into my palm and closed my fingers around it.
"Throw it as hard and as far as you can." He told me.
I nodded and did as he told me, standing up, turning around and throwing that dang blade with all of my might.
Looking in the direction of the thrown blade, he gave a low whistle.
"You'd be a pretty good pitcher." He told me.
I laughed while wiping my tears and said, "I actually do track."
He gave me an appreciative look and I smiled feeling a little bashful.
"Now, what I'd do next is go home and get a good nights sleep. Everything kinda feels better in the morning." He advised.
I gave him a look, "You took that off pinterest didn't you?"
He just gave a cheeky grin.
"I'll try it." I told him.
He stood up, "Well, it seems like my work here is done."
As he started walking away, I heard    "Goodnight pretty stranger." as I watched him disappear into darkness.
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