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"Brooke?" He says.

"Go away. I don't need you." I say to my best friend.

"Fine. Maybe I'll just leave you forever." He says.

I stand up turning around looking at him. The red blood dripping down my skin on to the hard wood floors. I cut, I cut for him. He makes me so angry. He just try's to hurt me but is so loving and caring.

"Don't leave me." I whisper loud enough for him to hear me.

"I thought you didn't need me." He said walking towards me.

"I-I." I stutter before his soft lips land on mine.

His metal lip ring is an unfamiliar feeling to my lips. It moves around as our lips move in sync. He pulls away.

"Why'd you cut?" He asks picking up my blood soaked wrist.

"You." I say anger coursing through my veins.

"You jacked up my life. You came in. You had to mess with me. Why couldn't you mess with someone else?" I scream at him.

"Because it was love at first sight." He whispers turning around dropping my wrist and walking towards the wall.

"Love. Love at first sight you say. When I first saw you on campus I admitted you were hot. I instantly knew you were trouble. The minute our eyes met I knew I wouldn't survive without you. It wasn't just love at first sight. It was hate at first sight. I loved you so much I hated you. It doesn't make sense but trust me it really does." I rant looking into his brown eyes full of love.

I've never really believed in love at first sight but the minute our eyes met I knew it was real.

"Then why'd you deny everything. The date, the kiss, the rumor. Why'd you make us best friends? Why not a couple! Out of everyone I chose you and you still deny it." He whispers the last part quietly.

"When we first started talking you said you 'didn't' date. What happened to the man whore I met 4 years ago. What happened to not giving a fuck in the world and just fucking strangers." I say staring into his eyes that are full of guilt.

"I gave that up for you. All for you. I gave up my friends for you and you act all innocent like you didn't do anything. You are the most attractive person I've ever met." He explains leaning against the wall.

"I'm actually pretty innocent I didn't do ANYTHING. You sat next to me in health. You started talking to me. Ya I probably am the most attractive person you've ever met because you can't remember all the girls you've fucked." I defend myself.

Guilt flashes across his eyes. He knows I won this argument. That little bit of guilt showed everything he feels.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He says carefully picking up my bloody arm.

"Ok." I agree.

He walks me too the bathroom with my razor still on the ground. Blood everywhere. He turns the water on cold and daringly he inch by inch puts my wrist under the water. It stings at first but you get used to it after a while.

"Does it hurt?" He asks concerned.

"No. Not anymore." I reply hesitantly.

He grabs the nearest drying towel which happens to be the towel he got me for Christmas 2 years ago.

"I remember that." I says smiling.

I was taking a shower after we opened all the presents and I asked him to get me a towel and he got me this one.

"Ya. I can't believe it's November 4, 2013." He says.

"Isn't November 4th, 2010 the day we became best friends?" I ask.

"Yea." He says frowning a little bit.

"What's wrong?" I ask while he dabs my cuts.

"That's also the day last year I found out you cut." He whispers so quiet I could barely hear him.

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Authors Note~

Hey Guys. I hope you like it.Cliff hanger. Sort of. BAIIII.

~hails