Escape

What's the point of screaming if no one gives a damn?
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I took happiness by dragging a blade across my skin, it made me feel relief...

Self harm.
Little Mary doing it.
Well.
I was about to do much more.

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9. Together

As we sit facing the sunset I feel as though I should just leap away from him and jump. But I don't. Because... I think I might be in love with him. But I'm not sure. Not yet.
"What's your name then?"he asks.
"Mary. Yours?" I reply.
"Luke. Mary, can I ask- why were you going to... Jump?" 
I think for a moment.
Should I lie?
Should I tell the truth?
Suddenly I'm gushing, speech coming out of my mouth, and I can't stop it. Why? I barely know the guy and already I'm telling him my life story.
"I... Just wanted to end it. I... Self harm. Alot. I have been diagnosed with depression and I have no friends. I'm ugly and I'm fat and I'm useless and no body likes me and... And-"
"SHH. Your not useless. Your beautiful and your as thin as a stick and your not useless and I like you so you can just shut that pretty little mouth. Don't self harm. I'm here."
"But I barely know you." I respond.
"But there's just something. Come back to my house. No, I promise that I won't try anything. We will watch a film or summit and I'll make you happy again. I will make sure of it. Come on. I'll drive you."
So I get into his car, carefully, and he drives carefully to what I presume is his house. 
And for some reason I trust him.
I trust him with my life.
But he's a stranger.
A stranger in the midst.

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