Strings Connect...

Chapter 3

Ignore the red bull and the backpack 0-0
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When Rhiannon woke up she just cried, she couldn't explain what exactly was wrong she just had that feeling in the back of her throught and she couldn't hold it in any longer. She got ready after her little crying fit but put on water proof mascara instead, she had a feeling she'd be crying a lot today.

She checked her phone and saw she had multiple text messages from Sawyer.
"Rhiaanon..are you okay? :("
She couldn't answer, today was one of those days. She quietly went to her drawer and pulled out a small metal box. She went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She say on the floor bawling her eyes out. "Why am I so worthless!? Why doesn't my mother love me!? Am I never good enough!?" Se said to herself. She slowly opened the box and took out the blade.

She pressed the blade against her skin and made a strait cut on her arm. She's so used to the pain she doesn't feel it anymore. She felt a familiar feeling form in her gut. She lost it....she made more and more till she fell on the ground sobbing. She got up, cleaned them up, bandaged them up, put up her razor, and curled up on the couch. Her phone buzzed and she checked it.

"Did I do something wrong? Please just answer me, I need to know if you're alright....😥"

She put her phone down, for some reason she felt hurt, but she didn't know why. She must of dozed off because she woke up to the sound of thunder. "I missed the rain" she said. Rhiannon put on her water proof case and put her phone In her pocket . Rhiannon walked out side into the cold rain. She twirled around and started to walk. Emotions flooded her, she grabbed her upper arms and started crying. She walked for a while till she knew it was past 11 pm. "fuck..." She muttered "I'm lost." she pulled out her phone and checked it. Just as she turned it on she got another text from Sawyer.

"Where are you!? I checked your house and you ain't there, that's it. I'm packing a bag as we speak , I'm gonna go find you and I'm spending the night at your house."

Rhiannon kept walking till she noticed lights behind her. She turned around to see a pickup truck pull up in front of her. With the bright lights shining in her rain dropped filled glasses she couldn't see who it was. "Rhiannon! Oh thank god I found you!" She heard Sawyer yell. He ran up and hugged her tightly. " Oh my goodness you're freezing, let's get back to your house." He helped her into the front seat and closed the door for her. He started the car and drove back to her house. In the middle of the drive he noticed her arms.

"Rhiannon...?" She could tell his voice was trembling. "Y-you promised me yesterday you wouldn't do it again and that you'd talk to me instead..." She could hear In his voice that he was hurt. "I-I thought about talking to you but....I couldn't...." She answered trying not to cry again. "Why not? We're friends, you can trust me." She almost lost it again when he said that word again. "friends" that word felt so comforting but felt like knives at the same time.

They arrived at her house, she walked up to the door and went inside. Sawyer followed behind her. She went up to her room and pulled on a black knit sweatshirt, black tights, and Jack Skellington slippers while Sawyer waited outside the door. When she finished she let him in and the both sat in silence for a few minutes.

Rhiannon turned on the Fairly lights she put up in her room and on her bed frame/canopy. She sat back down and Sawyer pulled her into a cuddle, but this time it hurt. She wriggled out of it and pulled her knees to her chest. She looked over at him and saw his hurt expression. " It hurts too much" she whispered. She silently started to cry and he whipped away her tears. "Whatever I did to upset you Rhiannon I'm sorry..." He said with hurt in his voice. She said nothing and instead found herself cuddling up with him,letting him hold her. That night she fell asleep in his arms, feeling some form of safety for the first time in a long time.

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I'm sorry this seems short but I'm literally writing this at 11:30 pm and I is tired. Bye baes! I love u guys!