WHY!?" His voice roared. Inevitably, I couldn't answer. I couldn't trust my voice.
"Why.." he said again, this time softer.
"It takes the pain away" I choked. His rough fingers traced the cuts softly, then he brought his lips to my arm and kissed them. Then his tear-glossed eyes looked up to meet mine.
"Don't do it again." He mumbled against my skin.
"O..Okay." I stuttered.
Promise... That word has a lot of meaning. A word that could easily be broken. I sighed.
"I promise." I said to him, crossing my fingers behind my back and leaning in to kiss him.
~~1 week and 3 days later~~
I was currently in the bathroom, staring at a broken piece of glass from the mirror. I sat on the floor, legs crossed together, arguing with myself if I should slice my wrist with the broken glass, or if I should keep to my promise. So fast that I couldn't even comprehend what I was doing, I grabbed the sharpest piece of glass and moved my bracelets down my arm, staring at the old scars that stained my wrist.
"Let's bring you to life." I whispered as I slashed the sharp glass shard against my wrist. I saw the blood trickle down my arm and dripping onto my leg.
In my mind, I started to panic.
I promised, I just broke it.
I grabbed a towel off the rack and soaked it with water, wiping the blood off of my wrist and then bending over, looking in the cabinet for some Hydrogen Peroxide. When I found it, I quickly laid my wrist out in front of me over the sink and poured it on my wrist. I heard a soft knock on the door.
"Love, are you alright?" I heard his velvet sweet voice ask. I bit my lip.
"Yeah, baby.. I'll be right out." I replied as I flushed the toilet, stuffing the towel in my back pocket, blood side in the pocket, the rest of it hanging out.
"Okay!" I opened the door and smiled at him. He smiled back and hugged me. And as he did, I rolled my bracelets back down and snuggled my head into his neck.
~2 days later~
I looked at him, biting my lip as he lifted weights.
He doesn't know that I'm only 1 day clean. He thinks I'm 1 week and 5 days. He's wrong, but I'm sure as hell not going to tell him that.
He looked back, smiling as he noticed me biting on my lip.
"Like what you see?" he winked as I giggled.
"Maybe, maybe not."
"What do you mean, maybe not?" he asked as he raised his eyebrow.
I started to laugh.
"Whats so funny?" He questioned.
"Nothing, nothing, just nothing." I settled down, smiling like a retard at him, and looking at him now, all I wanted was for him to be mine forever.
"RACE YA TO THE CAR!" I yelled, running out of the mini-gym in the house and running towards the car to his street racing car. He's always told me that I'll never be the one driving, but Danger is my middle name, and I love danger.
He was obviously faster, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up so I was sitting on his shoulders.
"Oh no you don't!" he laughed, sitting me on top of the car's hood and smiling down at me, and I realized that he'd wrapped my legs around his waist and he was leaning into me.
"Nu-Uh, naughty boy." I shook my head at him, giggling. He pretended to pout.
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