"Austin..." 

He noticed I was looking at his arm. 

He quickly covered the cuts with his hand. 

"It was my cat." He said. 

"You don't have a cat." I said.

He looked sad now. 

"Why didn't you tell me, that you cut yourself?" I asked. 

"Because I didn't want to. I didn't think you'd care." He said. 

"Well, you didn't care about mine." I said, while showing him my cuts. 

"El, I'm so sor—"

"Save it. Listen, I'm sorry that I was never good enough. I'm sorry for being ugly, fat, and annoying. I can't control that. I'm sorry for even caring. You made fun of me being suicidal...when you were suicidal the whole time. Wow.  I guess you can't judge a book by its cover." I said. Then, I walked back on the bridge. 

Don't overthink it. 

3...2...1!

I jumped. 

Wait, why am I not falling?

I looked up. Austin is holding me by my arm. 

He was crying. 

"Don't leave me. Please!" He said. 

"I don't need yo to help me. I don't need help from anyone. Just go back home." 

"No. I'm not leaving you!" 

Then, he pulled me up. 

I sighed. 

Is this really what I want, though? I mean, my brothers have changed. My parents haven't, but they will when I talk to them. They're just busy. Most parents are. 

I can get a counselor, and a therapist. I can talk to my parents, or my brothers, or Austin. This whole time, I thought Austin didn't understand how it felt, but he does. That means a lot. 

I can't blame him for hiding it though. I mean, I don't want people to know I'm suicidal. Only my brothers, Anna, Zach, and Austin know. 

And yes, I've been bullied, a lot. But, is it really worth it to end my life? I'll get through it eventually. I need time to think. I need to relax, and breathe. 

"Thanks," I said. 

"No problem." 

"Can you come over to my house?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said. 

He wiped my tears away, and moved a strand of my hair, out of my face and behind my ear. 

I smiled. He smiled back. 

Then, he offered me his hoodie. 

"Would you like to wear my hoodie?" He asked. 

"Yes!!" I basically shouted.

He chuckled. 

Then, he handed me his hoodie. 

I put it on, over his white T-shirt that he gave me. 

"I love how your wearing my clothes." He said. 

Then, he smiled. 

Not, smirked! But, smiled. A nice, sincere smile. 

I smiled back. 

"Me too!"