I sniffle as I bite my bottom lip and continue looking into Grace's eyes, "Grace... I've never felt this, before... But it's dangerous for you to be around me, i-it really is..." I say, lowering my head once more. I can't ever tell Grace the truth, a simple fact that I seem to have to keep reminding myself of... I want to tell her everything, but it wouldn't be safe for either of us...
OOC: Shower, brb~
"How? How is it dangerous to be around you? What aren't you telling me?" I say, choking back the sobs in my throat. I pulled her closer, letting the tears flow down my face. I sniffle, rubbing her back softly.
I wince as Grace's hand trails across one of my fresh bruises from last night, "You'll... Never look at me the same if you knew... There's no way you'd even want to be my friend..." I whisper against her hair sadly, "I'm disgusting... I'm a freak... I'm.... I'm just no good, Grace... You deserve far better." I say as I try to pull away from her, again. I can't drag her down with me, it's just not fair to her...
"No! No you're not!" I whimper, sniffling. "Your beautiful and perfect.." I choke out through my tears. "You'll always be my friend." I say again, trying not to hug her really hard. But It seemed like the pain she was in was unbearable so I tried not to hurt her.
I stop trying to pull from her as I only rest my forehead on her shoulder and continue to cry, "Do you... Really want to know..?" I ask hesitantly. I can't hide it anymore... I really, really can't... Grace cares about me for some reason, I can't keep such a big part of my life from her. I don't think I'll tell her everything, and maybe I'll even lie about the bruises and scars. Maybe I'll say I'm part of some gang or something, I don't know... I don't want to lie, or hide, but I don't want her to be in danger.. What am I supposed to do?!
"Yes.. I care about you so much.." I say, pulling away so I could look at her. I released her with one hand to wipe my tears. I then release her fully but position my feet so If she ran I could catch her.
I nod softly as I reach down with my shaky hand and take Grace's. Then I begin walking down the empty hall toward the girls' bathroom to show her the truth. I tremble lightly as we walk, apparently class had already started and we missed it... That wouldn't go over well if my parents found out... I take a deep breath before pushing open the door the the bathroom then locking it behind Grace, "You're... You're sure you want to know..?" She asks, giving Grace the chance to back out of this...
"Yes.. If something's wrong I want to help you.." I said, rubbing her hand again. "I'll do anything to help you if I can." I choke out again. I didn't know what was wrong but If I could help I would do my best about it.
I nod slowly as I pull my hand back from Grace's then take a couple steps back. My trembling gets a bit worse as I grip the bottom of my hoodie and pull it over my head, dropping it to the floor. Already a few of the bruises peek out from the neck of my long-sleeved shirt. I then close my eyes tightly as I grip the bottom of that and slowly pull it up, revealing my bruised, cut, and scarred stomach and sides, my back and chest appear to have been victim to the same fate. After I get my shirt totally off, my arms expose cuts and bruises as well, in other words... My entire upper half looks as though I had been absolutely tortured, which I had... I keep my eyes closed as I lower my head, "I told you...." I breathe out through my body-shaking sobs, "I'm disgusting.... This is all... It's just proof of how worthless I am..."
I felt rage boil in my stomach. "Who did this!?" I snap, tensing my jaw. I go and grab some paper towels and wet them. I return to her and start to wash some of them. "Your not disgusting.. I still love you." I say, completely confident in what I said. I felt like I could kill somebody over her wounds. "Please tell me. Who did this?" I asked, continuing to gently stroke some of the wounds with the wet paper towels.
I tense up as the paper towels touch my wounds, but shake my head, "It... Doesn't matter who..." I take a step back ,resisting the urge to tell her that I love her as well, "All that matters... Is that I'm bad for you..." I whisper, not trusting my voice to go any louder.
"Yes, It does matter! I'm gonna kick whoever's a** did this!" I snap again, getting closer to continue washing the wounds. "Look. You don't understand how much I love you. It doesn't matter what you say about yourself. Your not 'bad' for me. You're not medication. Medication is bad to overdose on but It's good to have!" I try to explain. Medication was a weird thing to compare but It proved that we shouldn't get too attached but that she Isn't bad for me.
I sniffle as I bite my bottom lip and look through my hair at Grace, "Are.. You sure..?" I ask hesitantly. I don't want to put her in danger, but at the same time I don't want to leave her... Ever...
"If I didn't want to know, I would've left by now. And If I did, it would've just made me look like a butt-hole." I said, chuckling a bit at my own words. I had realized I should stop cursing before I made Letha feel uncomfortable. 'Butt-hole' isn't bad is it? Hehehe.
I bite my bottom lip as I raise my head a bit to look at Grace, "Grace..." I say softly, through my tears, "How... Do you make me feel so happy..?" I ask desperately. I needed to know how this girl was so wonderful, why she made these feelings erupt within me... I swallow hard as my heart begins to race, "Please... I need to know..."
"I don't know.." I say, blushing. I wanted to hug her but she was shirtless and covered in cuts and bruises. "But please.. Please tell me who did this." I said, managing to place part of my hand on an unbruised part of her arm.
I bite my bottom lip again as I lower my head, "M-My parents... And brother..." I breathe out quietly, hoping she hadn't heard my quiet confession. I was threatened with death if I ever told anyone, and here I am telling someone I'd only just met... How stupid of me...
"Come home with me today. My parents will understand. I wont let them hurt you anymore." I said, sniffling, looking over her face. "Is that why you were shaky ever time I touched you? Because it hurt?" I said, frowning. I was ready to scream in anger.
I choose to ignore the bit about going home with Grace... My family would happily murder me if I didn't come home, but I wouldn't tell her that. I simply answer her last question, "Y-Yes... Simply walking hurts... My brother," I begin, my words coming out before my mind has the chance to process them, "he used me for hours last night... I mean, he always does, but... Last night was so much worse..."
"He used you?! For what!?" I felt rage spilling out of my throat. "I'm going home with you. I don't care if I get hurt. I'm going to protect you no matter what!" I said, clenching my hands. I felt my shoulder blades roll back and my jaw clenched.