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Black Heart
chapter five
I ran to my room, slammed the door, and laid down on my bed. Tears were rolling down my face, while all kinds of thoughts were going through my head. One thought was particularly in my mind. “Why? Why would he do this to me?” I thought. I sat up on my bed, still crying, and looked over at my dresser. My razor was still there, and it was very addicting. I quickly got up and went grab it. I held the sharp razor in my hand and smiled. I knew I really shouldn’t be doing what I was about to do, but I HAD to. There were so many emotions going through me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. So I took the razor and slid it across my arm.
The cut wasn’t as deep as I wanted it to be so I sliced my arm again, and again, and again, until I was completely satisfied. The cut started bleeding, and usually when I cut myself, it wouldn’t bleed as bad as the one I just made. I dropped the razor and ran to the bathroom to find a towel. I opened the cabinet in the bathroom and grabbed a towel and first aid kit. I pressured the towel against the cut for it to stop bleeding, and I opened the first aid kit to grab a bandage wrap thingy (never know what its really called.. DON’T JUDGE ME!). I removed the towel to see the blood had stopped somewhat, but it still looked pretty bad. I cleaned the cut and wrapped the bandage around my arm.
I went back to my room and sat back down on my bed. I grabbed my laptop to look at my recent emails. One was from my wonderful mother, who I have not even talked to since we moved. She was pregnant with my supposedly new baby sister, and her and my step- family were moving to Florida. I replied to her email, telling her congrats on the pregnancy and to enjoy her new house in Florida. I also told her how I was doing, but I didn’t go into too much detail. I sent the email and read the second one. All I read was the first sentence and quickly stopped reading it. The email was from Cade..
Sam. I’m really sorry. Please don’t be angry or upset with me. She kissed me. I would have never kissed her. I love you way too much, and I would never want to hurt you. Please you have to believe me. I love you Sam and I really hope and pray that you still love me after what happened. I hope you forgive me for not pulling away sooner, but I was so shocked that she did that and I couldn’t even move. I tried calling your cell a few times, but you didn’t answer, so that’s why I’m sending you this. If you still want to talk I’m at the Oak Tree in Central Park, but if you don’t want to come it’s okay, but I’m letting you know that I’ll always love you. So if you need to forget about me, I’ll leave you alone forever. I love you and if this is it, then goodbye.
-Cade.
I didn’t want to read the email, but I did. It was like I had to read it. I needed to know why he did what he did. I really had thought that he loved me, but then he went and decided ‘OH! I’m just going to go and kiss this total slut!’ and the worst part of it all, is this slut was supposed to be my best friend. I read the email and was completely and utterly shocked, but then I gained my self-restraint back. Was he lying to me or was he telling the truth? I grabbed my cell off of my desk and turned it on. I looked at the screen and I couldn’t help but smile. I had thirteen missed calls.
One was from my mom, one was from my dad, and the rest were from Cade. I was completely excited, cause I had a good feeling that he was telling the truth. I put my laptop away and threw my phone in my bag, grabbed and put on my jacket, and then ran out the door to find Cade.
The cut wasn’t as deep as I wanted it to be so I sliced my arm again, and again, and again, until I was completely satisfied. The cut started bleeding, and usually when I cut myself, it wouldn’t bleed as bad as the one I just made. I dropped the razor and ran to the bathroom to find a towel. I opened the cabinet in the bathroom and grabbed a towel and first aid kit. I pressured the towel against the cut for it to stop bleeding, and I opened the first aid kit to grab a bandage wrap thingy (never know what its really called.. DON’T JUDGE ME!). I removed the towel to see the blood had stopped somewhat, but it still looked pretty bad. I cleaned the cut and wrapped the bandage around my arm.
I went back to my room and sat back down on my bed. I grabbed my laptop to look at my recent emails. One was from my wonderful mother, who I have not even talked to since we moved. She was pregnant with my supposedly new baby sister, and her and my step- family were moving to Florida. I replied to her email, telling her congrats on the pregnancy and to enjoy her new house in Florida. I also told her how I was doing, but I didn’t go into too much detail. I sent the email and read the second one. All I read was the first sentence and quickly stopped reading it. The email was from Cade..
Sam. I’m really sorry. Please don’t be angry or upset with me. She kissed me. I would have never kissed her. I love you way too much, and I would never want to hurt you. Please you have to believe me. I love you Sam and I really hope and pray that you still love me after what happened. I hope you forgive me for not pulling away sooner, but I was so shocked that she did that and I couldn’t even move. I tried calling your cell a few times, but you didn’t answer, so that’s why I’m sending you this. If you still want to talk I’m at the Oak Tree in Central Park, but if you don’t want to come it’s okay, but I’m letting you know that I’ll always love you. So if you need to forget about me, I’ll leave you alone forever. I love you and if this is it, then goodbye.
-Cade.
I didn’t want to read the email, but I did. It was like I had to read it. I needed to know why he did what he did. I really had thought that he loved me, but then he went and decided ‘OH! I’m just going to go and kiss this total slut!’ and the worst part of it all, is this slut was supposed to be my best friend. I read the email and was completely and utterly shocked, but then I gained my self-restraint back. Was he lying to me or was he telling the truth? I grabbed my cell off of my desk and turned it on. I looked at the screen and I couldn’t help but smile. I had thirteen missed calls.
One was from my mom, one was from my dad, and the rest were from Cade. I was completely excited, cause I had a good feeling that he was telling the truth. I put my laptop away and threw my phone in my bag, grabbed and put on my jacket, and then ran out the door to find Cade.