I rub the tender bite marks on my neck for the eighth time today. "Are these going to go away?" He didn't say anything, he just kept his head in his hands. "Dar..." "I don't know Raquel" I look at them in the mirror again. The tree limb like veins around the two needle pin sized holes were as black as coal. They look unreal, artificial, like I wasn't looking at my neck. It's like I'm watching a movie and I was staring at an actress examining herself in her bathroom mirror. I stare at them so much that they seem fake. It could have been make up if I trick myself into believing so.
I followed one of them from the back of my ear all the way down to my pinky finger and another from my toe up to my shoulder the other day. "Stop messing with them" he barked. I didn't mind him at all. I still traced and squeezed them in hopes that the God awful blood that's stuck inside them would come out.
I cut through my skin making an "x" on my wrist.
"This is why I don't trust people... " I thought. "He doesn't understand the pain I go through, no one does."
I cut through my skin again making a deeper cut as blood rushed down my arm.
"Everyone I meet leaves me. He's just like all the others. He would stay if he cared. It's all my fault isn't it? I drove him away with all of my nonsense, carelessness, and stupidity."
Negative thoughts rushed through my head as the blade ran through my skin one last time before I blacked out.
I woke up in a hospital bed. Sitting in the chair next to me was the one and only: Luke. The one person I didn't want to see here. The one who caused this mess.
"Baby, I was so worried about you! As soon as I got a call, I found the earliest plane back here. Are you ok? Baby tell me you're ok!" He choked between sobs.
Maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought he was...