"Annie, wait!" I heard Heath yell. I stopped running.
Annie..... He keeps calling me that.
I felt someone grab my arm and turned me around. Heath stared into my eyes.
"Annie, please let me explain." He said softly.
I broke out of his grip. "Explain WHAT? That you wanted to HELP me?!" I practically screamed.
Heath nodded. "I wanted to help you. From what I've heard, you haven't eaten in weeks. Maybe even months. I wanted to make sure that you don't...... Starve to death."
I was stunned. Heath.... cares about me?
I felt myself tearing up. I quickly wiped away the tears.
Stop crying, damn it!
Heath smirked. "Can I tell you something?" He asked.
I nodded. "Sure."
Heath sighed. "I was arrested for murder. The police knew I had lost my mind. They planned on locking me in an insane asylum until this mess happened." He chuckled. Then he looked at me.
"So what about you, Annie?"
I looked down. "I-I was an outcast in my school.... I was bullied so much to the brink of suicide. So," I showed Heath my scars. "I started cutting myself." I looked up and saw Heath quivering in fury.
He slammed his fist into a nearby wall, leaving a dent in the wall. "I swear, when I find those kids bullying you, I. WILL. END. THEIR. LIVES." Heath growled. I shook my head. "They'll be dead anyways because of the war."
Heath was still boiling mad.
"H-Heath, calm down before you break something." I said. Heath breathed heavily, trying to calm down.
I looked worryingly at him. "Are you okay, Heath?" I asked softly.
Heath sighed. "I'm fine."
I gave Heath a weak smile.
Maybe things aren't so bad after all.

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Awwwwwww! They made up!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did!