Ok, last summer I wrote this story about this boy that I use to like.
I was insane because I didn’t have anything to treat all the pain that I had inside, so I started looking for something to help me. Of course, he didn’t have anything that would help, so I dug my nails into my skin for help, but it didn’t exactly do what I wanted it to.
Aaron went into his room, crossed his arms, and stared at me for a moment. I stared back and realized that he was staring at my nails digging into me. I stopped. He hesitated, and then went into his drawers.
“What are you looking for?” I was shocked when I said that in such a tiny voice. He looked at me and turned back to his drawers.
“Well, I have this knife. It’s about this long,” he showed me the length, “and I can’t find it.”
I looked at him then back down at my, now scarred, arms.
“I give up!” he threw his arms up in the air and stomped out.
I got up and started looking for it. I looked in his drawers again, trying to be quite so that I don’t attract any attention.
About an hour later, I almost gave up until I realized that I hadn’t looked under his bed. I started digging under his bed, furiously until I finally found it.
I balanced the knife between my index fingers. The tip of the knife felt so sharp. It was going to be my help. My savor.
I held my left arm out and carefully slid the knife across it. The blood ran down my arm. It was pleasant to see the blood, I almost smiled.
Aaron came into the room, to check on me when he saw the blood. “Why?” he simply asked.
I stared at my blood stained pants and tried to keep my tears in. He put the knife on the computer desk and sat down next to me. “Why won’t you tell me?” he asked.
I tried to keep the tears in, I really did, but they piled in my eyes like bricks on a house. My eyes were red, and I was biting my lip. I started pushing my nails into my skin.
“Stop it.” He pulled my nails out. I let the tears run down my cheeks now.
I couldn’t tell him anything, because he wouldn’t understand it. He would never feel the same way I feel for him. It just wasn’t possible. He has a girlfriend, he’s attractive. I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life and attractiveness just wasn’t me.
His eyes narrowed on the cut on my arm. He walked out of the room, the knife in his hand, and came back with a wet cloth and a bandage.
He put the wet cloth on my cut and left it there. It felt good for his hand to be on my arm. I opened my mouth to say “thanks” but then closed it, knowing that he probably wouldn’t have said anything back. He wrapped the bandage around my arm and sat by me on the bed.
There was a moment of silence before we said anything.
“I’m sorry.” I choked out. He noticed that I was crying and looked at me.
“Why would you do something so scary like that to yourself” he asked.
I looked down at my pants. “I have a reason, but it’s just too much for me to say to you.”
He looked at me. “I think I know what you want to say to me.”
I looked into his eyes and asked, “What?”
He stared into my eyes for a long time before any words came out. He tried once but failed. Finally, he stared so deeply into my eyes and said, “You want to say that you love me.”
I looked at him as my eyes filled up with tears. I nodded my head and looked down.
He did the most amazing thing, though. He lifted my chin and kissed me on the lips. At first, I was too shocked to even try to kiss him back. After a while, though, I started kissing him back.
“I love you, too.” He said. I tried to keep so many tears from falling, but they were forced out. “Why are you crying?” he asked, with a look of sincerity in his eyes.
I looked up at him and replied, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a long time.”
That's the story. So what do you think? Love or no?
Uhh, I'm kind of confused... what exactly are you asking?
Adorible, that definatly is love, but you need to talk to someone about ur cutting , you may add me if u like to msn
Cuddley.teddy.bear@hotmail.com
I'm trying to ask if it's love or not. And I don't cut anymore, but I was scratching myself then. Some of it was real, until it got to the part when I found the knife and cut myself with it. Lol, yeah that didn't happen. But he did come in the room trying to find the knife and I need search for it.
it depends it sounds like love what is your past with this guy?
cuz their are a couple of other possibilities.
email me if you want at
WeWalkThePlank@gmail.com
I've seen this somewhere :huh:
wait did that really happen? Or did you just write it randomly?
because if that really happened it so fricken adorable, no joke
I want love like that :(
cute story bby..
awwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh k im done. aha