She Needs Help...

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      A new POV Tyler Daytona

She thinks I don't notice. Notice how broken she is, she tries to blend into the crowd but she's the only one I see. She probably doesn't know who I am, passes by me without a word.

    I walked into an empty classroom to think. So many thoughts filled my head. I locked the door and turned around. She was in here but not how I wanted to see her. Tears streaking her beautiful face, blood streaking her arms. Soft sobs resonates around the room. I'm frozen in place millions if questions racing in my head but only one reached my lips.
"Why Britt?" That snapped her out if her daze.
"T-tyler?" Her voice was a whisper but I heard her loud and clear.
"Baby it's okay"
"No it's not Tyler it's not" she reached for the blade on the table triggering me to leap forward. I put my hand over hers and turned it over. Moving her fingers out of the way I took the blade and kissed her palm.

     "I'm going to help you. I need to help you please? Brittney be my girlfriend?" She just backed away slowly.
"H-how do u know you w-won't hurt me" she stammered.
"Baby I wouldn't hurt you ever that's not what I'm here to do"

"I need some time to think" I walked to my bag and took a piece of paper. Scribbling my number across the page I wrote a note at the bottom. Please think it over love, your worth so much more than this xoxo, TWD I pressed it into her hand leaving her with a kiss on the cheek I walked out as the last bell rung.
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      Hi beautiful,
Sorry it took me so long with updating. If any of my readers suffer from depression and self harm don't ever be afraid to message me I'm here for you forever and always Honey, xoxo, Cassidy

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⏰ Last updated: May 02, 2015 ⏰

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