I'm pre warning you...

*Warning this chapter involves scenes that may make you feel uncomfortable*

Luke's pov

I walked home, full of rage and fury. I cannot believe him, he shows up at the diner that I work at after 7 years of leaving me all alone without contacting me or talking to me. Who the hell does he think he is? Acting like everything is okay when it is clearly not. The worst part was that he didn't care at all.

Him and Ben left me all alone when I was 10 years old. They didn't take me with them, they just left. I don't even know why they left me, they never told me. It's a good thing I had some of mom and dads money from their passing or I'm sure I would have died.

I watched as he shoved his tongue down some blonde girls throat, two children sat in the booth next to them looked absolutely terrified. He deserved a punch in the face and a kick in the nuts for his 'performance'. I walked up to him and waited for him to notice me, to say something, all he did was pull away from his make out session and stare at me, a look of disappointment clear on his features before he stormed off, not saying a single word.

In a fit of tears and madness I threw open my door and stomped up to my bathroom, kicking things over and tearing it apart until I found exactly what I was looking for. It was hidden in the cabinet beneath the sink.

My dear old friend...

The razor.

With one swift motion I slid it across one of my wrist, feeling the sweet stinging of the cut and the warm blood run down my arms. For a moment I felt no pain, not emotional or physical. Instead I felt some kind of happiness, like I had no problems and wasn't alone in this never ending hell that I call my life. I laid back in the empty tub and watched as the red liquid ran down the drain. When my vision started to blur I grabbed a towel and covered it. I don't feel like dying today.

I was a month clean, a full month.

I don't know when but I fell asleep in the tub somehow, I only woke up the next morning when I heard my phone start to ring in my pocket. I immediately picked up once I saw it was Paisley.

"Hello." I croaked, morning voice filling the small space. I mentally slapped myself.

"Hey Luke. How are you?" She asked me in a happy tone.
"I'm... Okay." I sighed into the phone a little too loudly by accident. "I'm coming over." I heard her suddenly say before hearing the click in the line indicating that she hung up. I didn't want to be rude but she couldn't see me like this.

I sprang from my spot, instantly regretting it when my back gave a sickening crack. I guess sleeping in a tub is not the best idea.

I quickly cleaned the blood off of the tub and my arm before throwing a bandage on it and covering it in bracelets. Then I rushed downstairs to make sure everything was clean, which it was except for my bedroom.

Just as I finished cleaning my bedroom I heard a knock at the door. I quickly ran towards it and opened it with one small tug already knowing exactly who it was.
"Hey Luke!" Paisley said, giving me a small hug. I returned and then let her come inside.

"So what's up?" She asked in a comforting tone. Not too demanding, not to casual, perfect. It soothed me for some reason, it reminded me of the calm tone my mother used to use.

"It's nothing, really." I said quietly. It's too bad she can read me like an open book, "I know that's a lie Lucas." She said while giving my arm a small squeeze.
That gave me confidence and within a minute she knew everything that was going on, well everything aside from my cutting, that I didn't want her to know about. She would hate me and despise me like everyone else.

"So he didn't say anything?" She asked, she seemed just as angry as I was. "Not a word." I said, my jaw clenched and my hands in fists.

"What a dick!" She groaned leaning back on my couch.

"I know." I mimicked her actions.

"You are better off with out them Luke, you are a strong, independent, sweet, handsome boy. You don't need their negativity in your life." She said into the crook of my neck as she reached over and hugged me. I felt a drop of water his my bare neck and I knew she was crying. I hugged her tighter and muttered a thank you before pulling away. I've never had a friend like this, it felt nice to finally talk to about my feelings.

"I'm going to go fix my make up, I'll be right back." She said as she stood up and started for the stairs.

Paisleys pov

I attempt to take out my pony tail to fix my hair when I accidentally dropped the elastic band on the floor. I bend down to search for it when my eyes set on something shiny beside the garbage.

A razor.

Luke's pov

I was making toast when I heard her come running down the stairs. I turned to face her and I felt my heart drop.

"Luke.." She said in tears.

"What's wrong Paisley?" I said running up to her, worried that she might've hurt herself.
She walked towards me and held something up for me to see. Oh no.

"Show me your wrists Luke." She demanded through the tears.
I shook my head and felt a pang in my chest when she cried harder.

"Show me your wrists!" She said louder. I flinched but didn't obey.

"SHOW ME YOUR GODDAMN WRISTS LUKE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MAKE YOU SHOW ME THEM!" She yelled at me in between her sobs, throwing the razor in the garbage and reaching for my hands. This time I let her, but I kept my head down and let a tear escape my eyes, this was it,  this was the end of our short but amazing friendship.

She looked at my wrists and immediately pulled me into a hug, sobbing loudly into my chest, I've never seen her cry like this, I've never seen anyone cry like this.
"Luke... promise me you... won't ever do that... again." She said in between sobs, soon I began to cry as well. We sank to the kitchen floor in a heap of tears, sobs, and sadness.

"Promise me Luke." She cried.

"I- I... I promise." I finally said.

"I can't lose you Luke." She said as we adjusted our self so I was leaned up against the counter and she was curled up on my lap.

"Why?" I asked curiously, my voice hoarse from crying.

"You're my bestfriend and I care about you." She spoke softly, tracing a small pattern with her fingers onto my chest. I smiled, even through the tears and pain in my heart, I smiled.