Cry Lovely

'Anxiety shot through my veins, raging fires. I don't know what I want. I'm confused. Broken. Searching for hopeless love. It's hiding, I'll find it one day not today. No one will love a broken girl. She has herself. Her mind filled with psychotic thoughts.'


6. Stitching

It started raining, I rolled down my window and stuck my hand outside feeling the cold air and rain pierce my skin. He started to roll up the window. I pulled my hand back in and watched the water dripped down my fingers. I started humming with the song and I pulled up my sleeve to look at the cut on my arm. Harry saw. "That's a really deep cut, I need to take you to a hospital."

"Oh no. You shouldn't." There was no way he was taking me to a hospital. My stepmom works at our local one and since I'm gone she would get information from any other hospital if I checked into one. "I can stitch myself up." I stated. It was the truth, my stepmom taught me a couple years ago. He looked at me and his eyes darkened a little. He looked back at the road and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. We pulled up to his house. We both got out and I followed him to his front door. His house had wide long widows that revealed his grey furniture inside. He unlocked the door and motioned for me to come inside. "Here come this way." I followed him up the stairs and to a closet in the hallway. He pulled out a towel and handed it to me. "Here's a towel and the bathroom is that door on the left."

"Thank you." I looked down at the towel and then started walking towards the bathroom. "I'll be downstairs, do you want me to make you something to eat?" I turned around an nodded slowly. I went into the bathroom and put the towel on the counter and turned the shower on. I got in and let the warm water run over my cold body. The only shampoo he ha was old spice. I guess I was going to smell like a boys locker room. After about 15 minutes I rinsed off one more time and got out. I wrapped the towel around me to dry off. I remembered I didn't have any clean clothes. I poked my head out the door. I was about to all Harry when I looked down and there were some clothes on the floor he must've left out for me.

I brought them inside and changed into his clothes. I brushed my hair out with a comb that was laying on the counter. I decided to go back downstairs and ask him for a needle, thread, and rubbing alcohol. I walked into the kitchen whether was. The clock on the oven read 4h47. "I didn't realize how late it was." He looked at me and laughed a little. "How much Mac and cheese do you want?"

"All of it." I was really hungry really. He started to dish out it all into a bowl for me. "How's your arm?" He asked handing me my food. "Oh it's okay, do you have a needle and thread?" He nodded and headed upstairs. I started eating, even though it was only Mac and cheese it was extremely good. He came back down with the supplies along with rubbing alcohol. "Are you sure you know how to do this?"

"Yeah, this won't be my first time stitching myself up." He handed me the needle already threaded with green thread. I sat up on the counter to get closer to the light. I pulled up my sleeve and grabbed the alcohol. I poured it over my cut and grinned my teeth. It was high up on my arm so it was hard to see but I could definitely feel it. "Do you want me to sew it up for you?" He walked over closer to me and picked the needle up. "Yeah, thanks." He dipped the needle in the alcohol and started stitching me up. "Do you live here all by yourself?" I looked at him, his focus on my cut.

"My father died in a car crash when I was 6. My mom and I lived in England while my sister was in college. When I turned 16 we moved here to Stinson. I turned 18 and she got really sick. She's been in the hospital ever since. I try and visit her as much as possible." His eyes darkened he was about half way down my cut. "I'm, I'm so sorry Harry I didn't know."

"If you hadn't saved me last night I probably wouldn't be here, I really truly meant it thank you." He looked up at me as he finished stitching my up. He wrapped my arm up with gauze and tape. His face was only inches away from mine. "What about you, what did you mean when you had to leave?" My eyes started to water and my head started to pound. His face grew softer knowing he had made a mistake by asking.

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