Falling in Reverse

The Truth Hurts Doesn't It

Andy's POV

A few days later, I was at the library studying for the finals and Finley sat down at the same table. In my head I was totally fan-girling, but on the outside I played it cool and collected.

'Hey, what are you doing here,' I asked her. 'I just needed some fresh air and inspiration for my songs,' she said. 'You write music?' I asked turning off my laptop. 'Yeah, but all my lyrics suck.' she responded looking around. 'Can I see?' She was hesitant at first but carefully slide her leather bound notebook onto my lap. After reading through her first song, I started to descover what was going on inside her pretty mind. 

'I want to ask you something, Finley.' 'Yeah, sure.' "Will you go out with me, Finley?' 'Sure, what do I have to loose unless my mind counts.' I had gotten the courage to ask her out, I needed to know her, make sure she was ok, make sure that she survived whatever was making her hurt. 

                                                                TWO MONTHS LATER:

I pay very close attention to detail and I had noticed that Finley had been wearing long sleeves for at least a month now. I also noticed that she was wearing very baggy clothes and barely eating at lunch. I didn't want my girlfriend to be an ana or suicidal at all. It was too bad that no matter what I said or people said she was always happy, or she was always depressed. I could finally tell what was going on and I didn't like that she couldn't tell anyone. All her band T-shirts were on with long sleeved shirts. In Art class I finally saw what had happened.

She had asked me to roll up her sleeve and I silently cussed at myself. Her wrist and upper arm had been marked up. 'FINLEY!!!!!' I whisper yelled at her. She looked at me with a surprised look, and I silently thanked god that Art was the last class of the day because after we both grabbed our bags, I planned on taking her out. 

'What the hell are you doing, Andy? I have to be home at six,' Finley yelled at me as we left the school grounds. 'You are going to explain it all to me, Finley." "Why should I, I dont need to be anyone elses charity case.' 'Finley, you need to tell me, and the reason is because I FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU.' "FINE,' Finley practically spit at me. I could tell that she didn't want to tell me but I could see that she was going to hurt herself even more if she kept it in. 

'I cut, starve, and hurt more than anything. And why you might ask, I cut because I can't stand keeping everything inside and I don't trust people. It's not you when it comes to trusting people, Andy. I starve because I feel like a loser and am called fat everyday. And, I hurt more than anything because I have severe depression and bipolar disorder. I can't stand life because of my family and I can never speak my mind or at all. At night I cry myself to sleep at night, my parents abuse me and I have tried to kill myself on several occasions.'

I had finally discovered what was happening to my best friend and I knew it had to stop.