Never Leave My
Side
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We got to Tyler’s a few minutes later. We all got out of
the car and went inside.
“Hey Ty?” I said, as me
and him walked inside, “Can I borrow some clothes to change
into?”
“Yeah sure.” He turned
to me and smiled. “Chesca! You want some
sweats!?”
“Yes please!” She yelled
back from the kitchen.
Me and Tyler walked upstairs to his
bedroom that I’ve been in many times before. It still looks
the same, dark blue walls full of posters, his queen size bed in
the corner, and the messy desk on the other side of the room. I
jumped onto his bed and flopped onto my back as he looked for
clothes for me and Chesca.
“Thanks Ty.” I said as
he was pulling out 2 t-shirts from his drawer.
He turned to me, “For
what?”
I sat up and smiled at him,
“For before and everything. You’re the best guy
friend a girl could have.”
He walked over to me with sweats and
a t-shirt in his hand, “Anything for
you.”
I stood up and took the clothes from
him; I gave him a really big hug before I walked into the
bathroom attached to his room.
“I’ll wait up here for
you.” He said as I shut the door.
I took off the dress and my jewelry
and pulled on the sweats and the long sleeve t-shirt. I put my
hair into a messy bun on top of my head. I wash off my make-up
and stared at myself in the mirror.
Tears started to fall down my cheeks
as I remembered my dad. He always used to tell me I was the most
beautiful when I looked like this. Before I knew what I was
doing, I was looking through Tyler’s drawers for a razor. I
found one after looking through the first couple of
drawers.
I didn’t even have to think of
the next part, I turned on the faucet and sat down on the floor
where there wasn’t a rug. I pulled up the sleeved on
Tyler’s shirt, I looked at the scars from where I cut
myself right after my dad died. I sliced one cut in my left
wrist, and as I did tears slid down my cheeks. I sliced another
cut right next to other one. They weren’t deep enough to
kill me but they weren’t shallow enough that they
wouldn’t bleed. The blood was flowing off my wrist and onto
the floor. I dropped the razor on the floor and sat there with my
arm out for a little while.
Then there were knocks on the door
and it opened a crack, “Mick, are you – MICKEY! What
are you doing!?”
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