Heal Me

We'd run away from home, my little sister and I. We were helpless. Until he came along with his dark, bushy eyebrows and windswept hair. His name was Liam.


16. Heal Me

Isabelle’s POV


Liam returned around 7pm on Christmas day. I didn't want to go to the hospital and get my hopes up. I knew that she was gone. Heaven had gained another angel, she was safe now. She wouldn't have to hurt anymore; she wouldn't have to cry out in pain, she would be happy now. Happy and safe.


Liam tried to get me to eat but I wouldn't. It was like my throat was closing in on itself, it took all my energy just to keep breathing. Not that I wanted to breathe anymore. There was a gigantic lump in my throat that wouldn't go away and it was lodged painfully in the whole of my throat, almost suffocating me. I couldn't control what was happening around me but I could control what I let into my body and food wasn't high on my priority list.


My heart was breaking. As I sat in the corner of the bedroom, motionless, just staring at the spot where my father had stood, I swear I could almost feel my heart crumbling around me. Liam had slowly pieced my heart back together again but now it was all unraveling. I hadn't cried since the paramedics took her away, I didn't think I could anymore. There was a massive hole inside me and it was aching for some sort of release. So I tried to help it.


I walked into the bathroom and reached into the cabinet, pulling out a packed of razors that Liam kept in there. Locking the bathroom door as I sank against it, I began to tear the razor apart, desperate to get at the blade. I had to fight my way through the hard plastic to get to the precious treasure within me. The metal glistening in the harsh light of the bathroom, almost as if it was inviting me to pick it up.


Slowly I pulled up my sleeves and sank the blade into my skin, drawing swiftly across my wrist. A sharp pain emanated from where the blade had been, as blood flowed down my wrist and onto the tiles. It was a release. All of the pain I was feeling on the outside, I could finally inflict that on the outside of myself. I hoped it would stop me from hurting as much on the inside and it did... for a moment or two. Then I needed more release so I cut at my wrists again until both of them were covered in blood, then I turned my attention to my thighs and continued drawing the blade across them until they were covered in blood too. After that I dropped the blade onto the tile, hearing the faint metallic noise as it hit the ground.


I gave a slow, shuddering sob. Then another and another. Until I was wailing at the top of my lungs. I wanted my sister; she was my only reason for fighting because I had to protect her. My purpose for living was gone. Liam was battering on the door by this part, then I him unscrewing the lock from the door, the lock on my side fell onto the floor as I backed away into a corner, pulling my sleeves down quickly. I don’t know why I bothered; the blood was on the floor everywhere. Liam stepped in it as he came in, frowning and looking at me with shock on his face.


Slowly, he knelt down beside me and peeled my sleeves back, staring at my thighs as he did so. He didn’t say a single word, instead wrapped his arms around me and reached down to kiss every single cut in my skin. He kissed every single wound and then wiped away the blood on his mouth, leaning in closer to me and planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. I was shaking in his embrace, mumbling nonsense words and sentences, breathing so quickly it made my head feel dizzy. I managed one last sentence before my vision blacked out.


“Li... Hea... Heal me. Please. It... Hu... Hurts.”

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