"Say something, please." I pleaded
desperately. I couldn't take the silence, it was
just too much. You sat their quietly,
I wanted nothing more than you to scream, yell, at
me—something. The silence
was suffocating, I could't bare it much longer. I reached
out for you, a desperate attempt for contact that I so
desperately craved. You pushed my hand away violently,
turning around and backing me up against the wall. I could feel
your body against mine, relishing in the
contact—taking anything I could get. I flinched as you
punched the concrete on the right side of my head; I bit my
lip, willing the tears away. I wanted to cry out but I stayed
silent, scared of what would happen.
"How long?" You whispered, your voice tight,
thick with emotion. I didn't answer. "Answer
me!" You shouted suddenly, pushing away from me.
I missed your warmth instantly. "Tell me," You said,
a cynical twist within your voice. "How long have
you been slicing open your veins!" You reached
out and yanked my arm forward, lifting up my sleeve. Tiny, pink
lines littered all across my arms. Flawless,
beautiful; disgusting, tragic. I bit my lip,
contemplating my words.
"Years," I spoke weakly, a single tear streaming down
my cheek. I glared down at the ground, scared of what awaited
me when I looked up. After a few moments of silence, I forced
myself to look you in the eyes. Once beatiful, brown
eyes—now lifeless and dull. A heart wrenching
feeling shot through me, knowing that it's because
of me. "I'm sorry," I
whispered, not knowing what else to say. "Please don't
hate me. Please don't give up on me; I can't take it if
you give up on me, too. Please." I knew I sounded
desperate, I knew I sounded weak and pathetic but
I didn't care. I closed my eyes,
awaiting the sound of the door slaming; I counted the
seconds—one, two, three,
four—I
gasped as I felt arms around my waist, holding me tightly. I
closed my eyes tightly, a sob ripping through my chest. I
wrapped my arms around your neck, burying my head in the crook
of your neck, basking in the all-too familiar warmth that I
have craved for far too long.
"I will never give up on you,
beautiful." You whispered in my ear.
For the first time, I believed it.