It's been about three weeks and I'm still friends with Steven. He is basically the only person I talk to. Which is perfectly okay with me.
My mom tried committing suicide the other day. I found her in her bedroom bleach in hand and I shook her over and over again tears pouring down my cheeks, than called 911. It was the first time I had cried in a very long wile. She is still in the hospital.
It's a Saturday. I don't know where my brother is, nor do I really care. My dad is 'working' and my mother is in the hospital. I'm home alone.
I'm in my room painting a lame excuse for a picture when I hear a few knocks on the door, I think it's the delivery man so I don't change and I'm wearing an ash grey tee-shirt with the sleeves cut off and black yoga shorts. My hair is up in a messy bun my eye makeup makes me look like a goth druggie (even though I am a somewhat druggie gives me no excuse to look like one) and I look homeless.
I open the door.
"Hi Emma,"
Holy shit it's Steven.
"Steven!" I say obviously uncomfortable.
"Can I come in?"
"Um, how about I just come out?"
I would die if he saw the mess I live in.
"That's fine," he replied and sat on the crumbling front steps.
"What's up?" I asked as I sat next to him, he looked upset.
"My grandmother just passed away..." He paused and looked as if he was about to cry.
"I am so sorry Stevie." I put my arms around him and hugged him. What am I doing?
I let him go, rested my arms on my lap, and looked down. He grabbed my hands from my lap. He looked at them.
He started crying.
He grabbed my wrists and tears flowed down his cheeks like waterfalls, it was obvious he didn't want to cry in front of me.
"Why emma?" He asked as he took a shaky breath in.
I looked down.
My scars. I completely forgot. They where all up my arm some old, some fresh, but they where all there. Decorating my arm like a tigers stripes.
"It's nothing," I looked into his eyes. A tear escaped from my right eye.
He looked back into my eyes and I felt as if I could see into his sole, I felt like I could learn everything just by looking into his deep blue almost grey eyes.
We hugged, tight, for a long time.
I had a feeling this would be the first of many. I think Steven will help me get through life. I think he will be save me someday.