"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.