"Welcome home." I said to myself as I walked into my room.
I was in the hospital for a couple days because of a razor blade.
"James, I will be right back, I'm taking a shower." I screamed.
"10 minutes!" He screamed back.
Fuck you James!
I stepped into the hot shower.
Finally, no doctors to make sure I don't kill myself.
I washed my hair with my strawberry shampoo and conditioner. Then I sat down. I let the hot water from the shower head hot my back. I closed my eyes and started to think.
Moments later**
"Hey! You okay?" James startled me.
"Shit, sorry, I fell asleep!" I screamed getting out of the shower.
I wrapped my towel around my body and opened the door.
James was right there.
Fuck.
"Come in." I sighed and rolled my eyes.
He came in and sat down on the counter.
"My clothes." I sighed, again.
He stood up and handed me my black laced bra, and matching panties. I couldn't help but cover my face with embarrassment as I took them. When I looked at his face, his cheeks were light pink.
Then he handed me my blue tank top and black shorty shorts. I slipped on my panties and bra without removing the towel. When I removed the towel a gasp escaped James mouth. I snuck peeks as he admired my curves.
I slipped my shorts on first. Then my tank top. I looked at my arms. I hate myself for doing this. I pushed past him and ran down the hall to my room.
"Carly!" I heard his foot steps behind me.
I reached my room and pushed my door open.
You're ugly. Lose some weight. Why don't you die!?" I keep telling myself that, every day.
I reached my bed and I broke. I sobbed. Constant tears streamed down my face. I grabbed my pillow and hugged it tightly while sitting on the floor.
"Hey." James voice came from the door. What felt like seconds later, his arms were around me in a comforting hug.
He pulled me on his lap and I nuzzled my face into his neck. I cried for what felt like years.
"Why do I have to fuck everything up?" I said after I finally stopped crying.
