He Was Never Fine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
I scribbled this in about ten minutes, It's less than a page, I just got a little bored while I was writing VCCAF. Hope you enjoy.

Submitted: July 18, 2011

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Andrew was getting sick and tired. No. Scratch that. Andrew was already sicker and more tired than he’d ever been in his entire life. He turned the razor in between his fingers, feeling the metal warmed by his fingers, watching the light glint off of the razor sharp edge. He knew what would alleviate the feeling, not for very long, but enough time. He pressed the razor into the exposed flesh of his thigh. He groaned with pain, relishing in the escape, feeling the stress and pressure seep out of the wound along with the blood. He wiped his leg with the fluffy white towel, running his fingers along the bloodstains. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to make yet another scar.
“Why don’t you just leave, if you’re so unhappy.” Andrew said through his knotted fingers. The girl in front of him had done nothing but complain since she’d first sat down.  “Andy, please… I’m telling you about my problems, but unless it involves you, you don’t care do you?!” She hissed sharply. Grabbing her bag as she prepared to stand up. Andrew’s head jerked up. “Cassie… I’m sorry, that was really stupid… I don’t want you to go.” His hand shot out and pulled her back down. “Of course I care. I care about you…. And you’re right, I do need to sort my head out… I’m sorry.” Andrew interlocked his fingers with hers. Giving her a sad smile. She sighed and gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m worried.” She said, after a moment or two of silence. This surprised him, She’d never been concerned about anyone else in her entire existence. “I’m worried what people must think of me when they see me with you.” Ah… That was more like it.
“Oh?” Andrew said, loosening his grasp on her hand. “What do they think of me, Cassandra?”
“Please don’t be mad, it’s just,” She took her abandoned hand off of the table and looked up at his face. “They say you’ve been… Hurting yourself. That’s why you don’t go to gym class anymore… Is it true?” She started crying as she said the last word. Andrew sat back in his chair. “So you’re worried about what boys have been saying then? What’s the matter Cassie? Going out with Emo Andy making you less desirable? Not getting as many boys up your skirt as before?” it’d come out more venomous than Andrew had first expected. Cassie’s eyes welled up. “You know I wouldn’t ever…I…”
“You’re going to tell me you’ve never cheated? Liar.” Andrew could barely stop himself now. A few months before, one of Cassie’s closer friends had tearfully told him about an episode between Cassie and a certain boy on a school trip. She’d slept with him, further than she’d ever gone with Andrew. “I-I haven’t!”
Andrew sighed and stood up, zipping up his jumper. “I think we’re done here.”
“An-”
“See you, Cass.”
He didn’t say a word when he got home. His sister had come in to his bedroom to  tell him about something that was happening that he absolutely had to do, but he barely listened, and waved her away without a second thought. Only to turn his music up louder and press his headphones even closer to his head.


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