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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Most of the dialouge was really said. Nothing else really happened though. Based off of something that happened between my friend and I.

Submitted: October 05, 2009

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Submitted: October 05, 2009



I sat on the couch as I waiting to hear the ding of the door bell. My best friend, Jackie, was coming over today. I looked down as I felt something something soft touch my leg. My cat, Mr. Mittens, sat on the ground with one paw on my leg. I motioned for him to jump up and he did so. He layed on my lap and purred. I started petting him but then felt a sharp pain in my wrist. Scenes from the night before flashed into my mind. I had cut myself again, due to my depression. I wore a hoodie today, in the middle of summer, in hopes of Jackie not finding out. I grabbed my wrist, trying to make the pain fade. As it was slowly dissapearing, the door bell rang. I got up, my legs shaking, and I walked to the door. I opened it and was immediatly tackled to the floor by Jackie.

"Lila, I missed you so much!" she yelled. She'd been in Europe for the past two weeks.

I laughed and pushed her off, making sure my sleeves were down. She looked at me with a confused look.

"Why are you wearing that in the middle of summer?" she asked. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, herself.

"Oh, I don't know." I responded, shrugging.

"You're going to get over heated." she stated, giving he a worried look. I just shrugged again and stood up.

"Come on." She whined and tugged at the zipper of the hoodie.

"N-no!" I yelled and backed up. She looked somewhat hurt but laughed it off.

Jackie and I walked to my room and sat down on my bed. My wrist started stinging again and I grabbed it, trying not to draw Jackie's attention. She started talking about something; I didn't hear her because I was trying to get my wrist to stop hurting.

"I-I'll be right back." I said quickly and I walked as fast as I could to the bathroom. I rolled up my sleve and took off the bandage that I had wrapped around my wrist. It was covered in blood. I took a fresh bandage out and wrapped it around my wrist. I walked quickly back to my room, smiling at Jackie like nothing had happened. She gave me another worried look. I sat back down, still clutching my wrist.

"What happened?" she asked, motioning to my wrist.

"What? Nothing. Nothing happened." I said nervously. She grabbed my hand, but I jerked it out of her grasp.

"Lila-" she started.

"S-stop it." I said.

"Lila, let me see!" she shouted, pinning me to the bed. She pulled up my sleeve and gasped when she saw the cuts. She got off of me and I hung my head as I pulled my sleeve back down.

"Lila...why?" she said quietly. I didn't respond. She pulled me into her arms as tears formed in her eyes. I tried to push her away, but she wouldn't let go. I tried desperatly to shove her off but she screamed, "Stop it!" I put my hands down and just sat there as she continued to hug me. She finally pulled back and I could see tears streaming down her face. I had caused that.

"How long...?" she said.

"A...a while." I choked out.

"Why?" she asked.

"'Cause." I answered.

"That's not a reason."

"Yes it is."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was afraid you would hate me."

"What...?" Her eyes widened. "Lila, how could you think that? I would never hate you." I didn't say anything.

"Lila, please stop. You've been depressed for a while but I never thought you would do something like this. I don't like seeing you like this. You might think that this isn't hurting anyone else but that's not true. You're hurting me when you're like this. And I care about you way too much to see you this upset. And the truth is, I miss you. I miss the happy, upbeat Lila that used to tell jokes and make me laugh even when I'm down. So please, stop this."

I hung my head, ashamed. I felt Jackie hug me again and I started shaking. I pushed her off of me roughly, whispered a quiet "I'm sorry" and ran out of the house. I sprinted down the sidewalk, tears streaming down my face. I heard Jackie calling my name behind me. I turned sharply down a nearby ally and sat down against the wall. I hugged my knees and put my head down, my wrist pounding. I rolled up my sleeve and tore the bandage off my wrist. I stood up and smashed my wrist against the brick wall. Blinding pain ran through me, but I didn't care. I dragged it down the wall, leaving a trail of blood. I did that over and over again until someone pulled me away from the wall and into their arms. It was Jackie, of course. I accidently smeared my bloody wrist against her shirt, but she didn't even notice. She just held me and cried, begging me to stop. I felt my knees go weak and I collapsed in her arms, no longer able to stand by myself. She leaned me against the wall I was sitting against just minutes before and took off my hoodie. She wrapped it around my wrist, attempting to stop the bleeding. All the time, I was apologizing to her, feeling I couldn't apologize enough.

"Stop it. Stop. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm not mad. Just worried. So stop apologizing. I don't blame you."

She helped me get up and let me lean on her as we walked back to my house. She spent the night that night to make sure I didn't cut myself again. I didn't mind. Maybe I just missed her, too.

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