Once a liar... (very graphic SI)
 

Tell me what you think, and if you want anymore...

Chapter One

Curled up in the corner of the bench, the dark corridor stretching before me, I wait anxiously for him to appear. I know that any minute I will see him glide towards me. My breath will catch, my empty stomach will flip in a mix of terror and glorious excitement, and uncontrollable smile will flood across my face. Love does that. It doesn't matter how worthless you feel, how useless and unwanted, when you see that person, you forget it all.

I slide my hand under the sleeve of my shirt, running my fingertips backwards and forwards across the long ridges carved into my skin. Lines and lines, old and new, the most recent only hours old. The pain as I slide my nails along them helps to clear my head, helps me to remember myself. I glance up as the door swings shut.

Sliding onto the bench in front of me, he pushes my feet to the floor and pulls me to him, embracing me warmly. He kisses my head, then leans back, looking deep into my eyes. I try and turn away, but he grabs my chin.

"You OK?? How are you feeling today??"

I read behind the ordinary questions, to the ones he doesn't want to ask, doesn't want to hear the answers to. Have you eaten yet today?? Did you cut yourself again last night?? I give him the answer he wants, hating the lie, not wanting to hurt him, knowing he will guess the truth.

"I'm fine."

He sighs, and lets go of me, hands dropping to mine. I wince, and he frowns, suddenly suspicious. Glancing down, he growls as he sees the blood staining his hands, where it has soaked through the black jumper I always wear. Inwardly I curse myself. he first mistake in ages. I had been so careful, always bandaging the wounds before he saw them. I had been in such a rush that morning that i had forgotten to use my emergency kit. Unable to wait, to stupid to get help, and now i was caught. He jumps to his feet, tears rolling down his cheeks, eyes burning with anger and hate. He grabs my wrist and drags me outside.

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hey, this is really good! i cant wait for more, first chapter is very intriging, you are bound to caputre many hearts.

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claps and waits for more.

It's really well-written and I'd definitely like to read what happens next =)

I like :)

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Good first chapter =)

I like.
More please?

Chapter Two

He drags me across the carpark to the trees, out of sight of the school buildings. I feel the rough bark digging into my spine, cutting through the fragile skin as he throws me roughly against the nearest tree. Blood runs down my spine, soaking into the thin cloth of my school uniform. The rush of agony sweeps over me, for once not a friend but an enemy. Tears stream down my face and I can barely bring myself to look at him.

"You stupid f*cking bitch!" The anger and scorn in his voice shocks me. He drops his head, fighting for control, as I wait for what I know is coming. He has always supported me, stood by me regardless of how messed up I get. He has always been the one person I could talk to, but even I can see that this is the last straw. I've finally succeeded in driving away the one person who gave a damn about me.

"Show me." It's a request, not an order. Looking up, I see the tears in his eyes. Numbly, I look away, hoping against hope that he will drop it, that he will realise what he is asking. I can't just show him. It doesn't work like that. The core of secrecy and lies runs too deep to just reveal the scars to someone, even the person I love.

After a few seconds, I look back at him, expecting to see an apology in his eyes, for him to realise that this is one step I wont take. Instead, I see determination, and he begins to move towards me, every movement threatening.

"Ryan, no... please. Don't make me do this, I can't... please!" My voice rises, verging on hysterical as he wraps his hand in my hair, wrenching my head back. I barely notice the pain, instead fighting to get away. This wasn't the boy I loved. This was somebody out of control.

With his free hand, he grabbed the sleeve of my jumper, forcing it down until my arm was loose. Switching hands, he repeated this with the other arm, then ripped the cloth over my head. I hung my head in shame as his eyes swept over my bare ams, taking in the layers of deep cuts over fresh scars.

"What the **** have you done to yourself??"

I really like it!! So need to know what happens next...xx

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amazing so far =]

**is speechless**

Chapter Three

I hang my head in shame, waiting for him to leave. I know that I have lost him, that even he doesn't understand. I feel him step away, and the first tear runs down my cheek as nausea rips through me. It was all I could doo to stand upright and remain silent, when every fibre of my being urged for me to run after him, to beg him to forgive me. He was leaving, I could hear his footsteps through the leaves coating the floor. Finally, I can take it no longer. I drop to my knees, curled over, arms wrapped under my stomach, holding myself together even as I fall apart. Then I realise, with him gone, there is no need to hold back. Scrabbling through my bag, I extract the blade, well hidden in the secret pocket in the lining.

Lost in the anticipation, I didn't hear him approach, didn't realise that he hadn't gone far. As I set the blade to my skin, I heard his voice, cutting through the silence.

"Don't even think about it. Don't you f*cking dare. What are you trying to prove?? All that's doing is hurting you, and it's hurting me too. Is that what you want??"

I drop my head in shame again. I tense, feeling the blade bite into my skin. It's better for him this way. If I can drive him away once and for all, I wont have to see the pain and dissapointment in his eyes every time i screw up. I wont have to watch him suffer with me.

As the first trickle of blood runs down my arm, I hear him move towards me. Lost in the pain and the blood, it takes me ages, too long, to realise that he has moved towards me, instead of away. He grabs the blade from me, and steps back. Pulling up his sleeve, he lays the blade to his own untouched skin. I sob in horror as I realise what he is doing.

"Ryan, no, please... you'll hurt yourself..."
"Why should that bother you?? You do it to yourself every day, why can't I?? In fact, starting from now, every time you cut I will too."

With that, he dragged the blade across his arm. Time slowed, and for a second, I thought he had missed, that he hadn't actually got through the skin. Then, I saw the faint red line appear. The skin split, red blood pouring out over his fingers. I screamed, tears pouring down my cheeks. What the hell had I done?? It was all my fault.

*picks self up off floor* Oh my, this is amazing, really powerful writing.

Awesome stuff :)

absolutly spectacular! fantastic, need more
xx

**still speechless** wait i have a word....MORE!!