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The Broken One

You Can Trust Me

The ride home is mostly quiet except for the occasional “you ok?” from Andy. When we get there, Andy comes around to my side of the car and helps me out. I gratefully lean against him, letting him help support some of my weight on the way inside. He begins leading me to the couch and I start to protest, saying I want to go to my room.
“No, we need to talk, Cynthia”
He says, his voice sounding very concerned. The last thing I want to do it talk about what I know he’s going to ask me but it’s not like there’s anything I can do to get away and even if I did, I know Andy's not going to give up on it. I sit down on the couch and Andy sits down on the table in front of me. He sighs before starting to talk.
“I suppose you know what the nurse told me, right?”
He asks, his voice low and calm. I nod, staring at my hands that are folded in my lap.
“You want to tell me why?”
He asks. I shake my head, my eyes beginning to go blurry with tears.
“You know you can talk to me, you can trust me”
Andy says softly. I shake my head.
“No, I can’t, I can’t trust anyone anymore”
I say before putting my face in my hands and starting to cry. I hear Andy stand up and then feel him sit down beside me. He wraps his long arms around me, trying to comfort me as much as possible. I lean against his chest, trying to stop the seemingly endless flow of tears to no avail.
After about ten more minutes Andy finally gets me to stop crying.
“Look, I'm not going to make you tell me why your cutting if you’re not ready to tell. I'm not going to ask you any pointless questions about it, but I want to see”
He says. I look up at him, scared of how we will react when he sees.
“Please. I just want to see how bad it is”
He murmurs, reaching for one of my arms. I stop myself from jerking it away and allow him to pick it up. Andy holds my hand in his and pulls my sleeve up. I look away, not wanting to see the sympathetic look on his face, I feel guilty enough as it is. He lets go of that arm and looks at the other. When I hear him make a quiet gasp at how bad it looks I accidently let out a sob. Andy lets go of my arms and pulls me back into his. I turn towards him and press my face against his shoulder, my aching body trembling.
“Shhh shhh, its ok, your fine”
Andy coos softly into my ear. He lets me cry, not saying anything else, just letting me get it all out, he knows this isn’t easy for me.
Eventually I stop crying and Andy pulls me off him by my shoulders.
“I want whatever you use to do this to yourself”
He says, standing up and waiting for me to do the same.
I stand up, sighing, and walk up the stairs, Andy trailing a few steps behind me, and go into my room. I go over to the nightstand and pull out the little box with my razors. I walk over to where Andy's standing in the doorway and hand it to him.
“Is this all of them?”
He asks.
“Yeah”
I say, remembering a minute later that it wasn’t, there was still one in my backpack. I think about it, trying to decide if I should give it to him. I decide not too even though I know I should.

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***Later That Night***

“Do I have to go to school tomorrow?”
I ask, laying on the couch with my legs sprawled over Andy's lap. Things had been a little awkward for a little bit earlier after the whole “cutting” talk but were pretty much back to normal.
“If you don’t go then those girls friends will just think you’re scared of them and keep bothering you”
He says, looking away from the TV and at me.
“Put that ice back on your face”
He says, seeing that I had taken it off.
“They’ll still bother me though, they’ll never stop”
I grumble, holding the ice back to the bump on forehead from where one of them hit me.
“You don’t know that”
He says, trying to give me hope.
“They’ll never stop and nothing’s going to change that”
I say again.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me that kids were bullying you before”
He asks.
“It wasn’t important”
I say quietly. I can tell he knows that I don’t fully trust him. I just hope he realizes it’s nothing personal, I have problems trusting anybody. The only people I ever trusted were my parents, and there no longer here.

Notes

I hope everybody is liking this so far. The next chapter is going to make things more exciting. Thank you to everybody reading and subscribing and all that stuff :)

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Comments

@Haley Blade Sixx
I'd love to hear your idea if you want to message me it or something.

Oh my god! If you wanted to write a sequel to this I have an idea that could be pretty cool.

this was such a good story, dam, i loved it you did such a great job.

AWWWW BEST STORY EVER!!!!!!!! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO END!!!!!?????
Ella Biersack Ella Biersack
3/15/15

Aww, so sad...

Saminbvb Saminbvb
3/14/15