I watched Ryan walk home, he looked at the mountains often. I wondered what was up there. He never seemed worried about if a car was coming when he crossed the street, he walked inside his house. Then I went home and hurt my arms again.
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Help Me Help You
FanfictionRyan will always be my saviour, but I want him to be more, more then somebody who's helped me, and he's helped me. Why can't I help him? Or will one of us fall, and not get back up. TIGGER WARNING* There is self harm, suicidal thoughts, sexual abuse...
