The Devils Spawn

The Devils Spawn Part 8

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                                   *Daniel’s P.O.V*

Finally I’ve found the help I really needed all along, Tony is helping me with my serious problem… self-harming. He found out that I was cutting and made me promise him that I wouldn’t cut again and if I ever did have the sudden urge to cut again I was to call him no matter what time it was or where I was. He said I’ve got to turn to him and not to a razor blade.

I gave him the box that was hidden underneath my bed for longer than I can remember. In the box I had put my razor blades, some bandages, a cloth that used to be white but is now scarlet red with my blood and an envelope with tiny droplets of blood smudged on it. The blood didn’t seem to bother Tony when he picked up the envelope in his hands and just stared at it, I started to get worried but I didn’t say anything to him while he stared at it. I watched as he carefully folded it and pushed it into his pocket without saying a thing to me. I couldn’t tell him he couldn’t have it because then he would get really suspicious and want to have it even more so I just let him take it. I hope he doesn’t hate me after he reads it.

Tony went home last night after hours of telling me I should never have cut my so-called beautiful skin, he told me he loves me anyway and the scars on my skin are all untold stories to him. All night he held me close to him tracing all my scars with his fingers telling me that I’m never to think about the pain s razor brought me, I’m only to think of the happiness he brings me. I wasn’t too happy though when he climbed from my bed and covered his delicious abs with his top and told me that he would see me tomorrow for lunch. I tried my hardest to persuade him to stay with me but he kept saying he had to get home because he had a lot to do.

I walked him to the door and kissed him like it would be that last time I ever felt his lips pressed against mine. Begging him one last time to stay and only getting a refusal as a response. I watched him walk down the street losing him in the darkness and finding him again for a couple of seconds underneath the orange glow of the street lights that line the pathway. Finally he disappears into the darkness making me sigh as I close the door behind me. I never taught I would want to be with one person every second of the day, I just want to be wrapped up in his arms forever. I’ve memorized his touch now and I can’t get enough of it, I love how it feels when his lips are against mine, his chest pressed against mine, his fingers laced with mine, that way his chest rumbles when he laughs, his soft heartbeat, his soft breathe and the innocent face he has when he sleeps.