The Man That Changed My Life

Chapter 6 You're A Victim Of Your Own Mind

I just sat there, on the floor of the bathroom, crying. I missed her so much. As I struggled to find my good old friend in my pocket, my phone buzzed. I got a text from Owen. Expected.

Owen: Are you ok? You've been gone a long time.

Me: Yea I'm fine. I just.......really had to use the bathroom.

Owen: Ok, well I don't believe you, so when you come back, you're gonna tell me what happened. And don't hurt yourself while you're in there, I don't want anymore scars to show up on those pretty arms and legs of yours.

I started crying even harder. I don't understand why he cares so much. We barely know each other. I took my phone case off of my phone and found my blade. My good old friend. Rolling up my sleeves, I admired the blade for a while before I dug it into my arms, relieving all the anxiety I had.

Owen: Danielle? Where are you? What's going on in there? What are you doing?

I just ignored him. I didn't care. The cold air settled inside the cuts, blood slightly pouring out of my arms. It felt relaxing to have this kind of relief and control over my emotions.

Owen: Danielle, please answer me. Alex and I are worried sick about you. Please, answer me. We need to know that you're ok and not hurting yourself.

I couldn't handle that. He actually cares, but I don't know whether or not to believe his genuineness. Darkness started to creep in at the corners of my vision. That familiar darkness that I've grown to love was creeping in faster than usual.

"DANIELLE!!!!!!!" I heard Owen yell. "Oh my god, why did you do this to yourself?" Before my sight was taken over by blackness, I saw his gorgeously white wings swing open. I saw him crying, holding my arms with his own, and I felt his lips on my before I passed out.