Too Weird Too Live?

10.

" I.. I w... Would....l..love t...that Rose" Brendon spoke as his shaking fingers twitched together. Rose couldn't help but, smile.

"I'm so glad!! You are so fun to be around and I enjoy being around you a lot Brendon. Your voice is so nice to hear!" Rose couldn't help but, blush looking down at her feet. Brendon smiled brightly, for the first time in a very long time. Yet, the smile faded as he looked down at his newly cut and scarred arms.

Brendon tapped Rose's arm gently as he began to sign exactly what he wanted to question.

Why do you like me? I'm simply a freak.... Can't you see that?
Brendon signed as he felt warm tears in the brim of his eyes. Rose looked at him but, not with sympathy. She looked at him with pure love in her eyes.

"Brendon.. I like you because you are truly amazing, what is there not to like? You are incredibly unique. Your disabilities simply do not change you as a person. Your scars do not define you.. you are Brendon a sweet guy, who is quite funny if you ask me. So, please don't ever call yourself that ever again. You are no freak.."

Rose pulled Brendon into a hug that felt absolutely amazing to Brendon, he couldn't help but allow the tears to fall onto her shoulders. This, was the first time someone displayed affection towards him. Finally, someone genuinely loved him for him. Brendon didn't know how to feel about all of these emotions all at once. He wanted to run away but, at the same time he didn't want to leave her embrace for, it felt so comfortable and secure. It also felt like something bad should be happening or maybe just maybe, Rose was playing tricks on him.

After a few hours Rose was gone, Brendon sat alone once again in his room. Twirling his thumbs not knowing what to do. His hands began to shake as he tried to calm his anxiety. Everything is happening so quickly that he didn't exactly know what to do in the very moment. Everything was a blur to him, overlapping of emotions. Brendon quickly grabbed his small pocket knife without any thoughts he began to slice his already torn skin. Crimson liquid now became a puddle on the floor. Feeling relief Brendon dropped his knife into the floor and, into the puddle.

His mother soon after came into Brendon's room taking a glimpse of a sleeping Brendon. All the evidence of his cutting had been cleaned up fr earlier. Brendon's mother walked up to him as she herself pulled the blanket over him.

She grabbed another pillow as she held it close it his face ....