Release Me
Title: Release Me
Author: Desirae
Rating: R
Summary: We have met the enemy and it is us. - Walt Kelly
Disclaimer: The CSI characters do not belong to me. Please don't sue me. Any names or situations are completely fictional and mean no harm. Just ideas floating around in my head that bring a lack of sleep.
Authors Notes: This story deals with a lot of mature subject matter. If you are younger then 18 I don't recommend this story. So if you are please stop now, this is strictly mature content. Thanks Sara for letting me use your idea. Hope in the end your glad you let me write it! Peggie, my beta, thank-you for everything you've done. You've smoothed out all the edges and I truly appreciate it.
I feel the sharp pain slice through my nerves and wince quietly. The crimson blood licks my arm before it falls into the pearl colored sink. I close my eyes and feel the unbind of pain. It feels so good to release it. To have it all wash away for just a moment. A moment of peace. The memories flash before my eyes causing bile to rise up before falling down again. Pam Adler, Kaye Shelton, Eileen Snow, Audrey Hayes, Tracy Burke and now Tanis Wigner all haunt my thoughts. Their faces scream at me begging to become free again. To breathe one last breath of life. To feel a loving touch and to say their last words to their loved ones.
I hang my head. No matter how many abusive husbands, rapists and serial killers we put away there will always be more coming out. Willing to kill and take away a woman's integrity just for control. To dominate a person in such a way that it breaks them in every possible place. Spiritually, physically, verbally and mentally. To laugh. I clinch my jaw. To laugh at their lifeless body and to feel a surge of empowerment.
I take my fist and slam it onto the cold marble counter. I instantly feel my bones crunch together from the force. I let out a yelp. Moving my eyes I slowly look at my arm again. The trail of blood is dry.
Reaching into the cabinet I pull out the hydrogen peroxide. I place a cotton swab over the neck of the bottle and tip it upside down. Flipping the bottle over I place it on the counter and gently bring the moist swab on my cut, slowly rubbing the cool liquid around. My eyes squint as the pleasurable stinging begins to set it.
My eyes snap open as my cell phone rings. I place the swab down and reach for my cell.
It's Grissom.
I try to sound happy. An attempt to mask the pain. What's up?
You sound distracted.
Yeah...I was ah...just reading.
I got a lead on the Tanis Wigner case. Think you can meet me in the lab. I know it's...
Be there in 30. I hit the end button and place it on the counter. I've got 30 minutes to gain control back. Grissom can't know. He can never know.
~*~
I pull my black Tahoe into my stall. My hand moves to the gauze under my jean jacket. Grabbing my keys I get out and head straight towards the lab, only stopping to flash my ID at security.
Weakly I smile at Greg as I pass the lab and knock on Grissom's door. I hear him mumble something and open the door. I see him sitting behind his desk with a pile of papers strewn across the top. He looks up and pulls his glasses off in the same manner as he always has. Smiling I sit down. What came in?
Greg ran the epithelia's you found. He has a match.
My body temperature shoots up as he speaks the words. I feel a little shaky and quickly sit down before I collapse. The boyfriend?
He shakes his head and I look at him in confusion. No. Russell Smelder.
I don't let him finish his thought. Her best friend. Shaking my head. I should've known from the beginning. He fits the profile perfectly. I can feel Grissom's gaze on me. I move my eyes towards him and then quickly to the moving balls on his desk. Clink...clink...clink...clink. Constantly repeating the movements. Knocking one ball away from the group of three. Only to be knocked out from the other ball. Repeating over and over again.
Sara. We couldn't have known. Russell had a tight solid alibi. The tape proved it.
We should've checked the tape, it was obviously a fake! He could've gotten away! I feel the room closing in on me. I turn and quickly leave. I can hear Grissom calling my name but I keep picking up my pace. He can't see me like this. I need to get control of myself.
Opening the door the evening air smacks my tear stained cheeks. I furiously wipe my cheeks and take a deep breath. The air feels good on my hot body, bringing a sense of freedom. Something I've been reaching for and trying to obtain again.
I know it's him without even turning around. It's a sixth sense with us. I didn't mean to snap. Just hate the thought of one of them slipping away. Simply because we didn't check everything. I can't stand that punk boyfriend but I want the real killer to be brought to justice. I turn to look him in the eyes. I'm fine. Really. Brass ready?
He nods his head and I follow him as we walk back into the lab.
~*~
Russell's apartment isn't what you would expect from a man who just killed his best friend. Although what it should look like I have no idea, just not this. Pictures of Tanis and himself still were placed around his house, on walls and shelves. Among them were pictures of people who I can only guess are family members and other friends. When I went to his apartment before it all looked so normal. Now all the pictures scream of an obsession. Obsession with his best friend. So strong he killed her in order to prevent Tanis from ever leaving him. I'll never understand how they stay sane after murder.
Tanis's throat was sliced with a butcher knife. The same type of knife that was missing from Craig McLanis's drawer, her boyfriend. Now that I look at it, the setup was perfect. Russell must've known we'd find it missing and that it would match up with Tanis's wounds. All the information hits me in a wave. Craig had said that he noticed the knife missing before, but we didn't believe him. Why would we. The weapon was from his place, and he was known to get a little rough with Tanis. I turn and bump into a cabinet. The pain shoots up in my arm and I try to brush it off. Gris I'm gonna go check upstairs.
I take a glimpse over the hand rail. From the top view his place was all in order, nothing out of place. Another major sign of wanting to always be in control.
Gently I push open the door and walk into his room. It's dimly lit and I pull out my flash light. Wandering through the room, everything seems to be in order, but looks are deceiving. I smirk. Isn't that the truth.
I chew on my bottom lip. Russell was too controlled to leave the evidence in plain sight. But if he was sure that Craig would be charged then maybe he was waiting. Playing a little cat and mouse game. I walk around the room and stop in front of the closet. The smell of copper hits me; I smile.
Opening the closet door the odor gets stronger. I reach out but stop as I hear the floor creaks. It isn't Gris. I slowly maneuver my body to face Russell. Russell, what are you doing? You scared me. He smiles and I swallow.
Why are you snooping around?
It's not snooping if you have a warrant. Did you talk to Grissom on your way up? I take a quick glance behind him to see if Gris is standing in the door way. He isn't. Shit.
I saw you come into my house. I wanted to know what you were up to. Now I can see. I follow his gaze to the black plastic bag in the back closest.
Just doing my job Russell. I want to bring peace to Tanis's family. You understand don't you?
I understand that you are looking in the wrong place. Craig killed her! I see his eyes flash and my temper rises. He has the same look that Tom Adler had when I called him on killing his wife. I rise and face him. Russell you know what Grissom always tells me? That DNA is like a finger print. Each is different. No two are the same. DNA doesn't lie. And it'll say you killed Tanis. I flick my head to where the bag was placed. I'm sure that bag of clothing will prove my theory. I tighten my fist and see the flames of anger rise in his eyes. I almost feel like cowering back. But the images of Tanis stays imprinted in my mind and I stand firm. Why'd you do it Russell?
Do what?
Kill her. Slice her throat! Did it...make you feel like you had control? I watch his face tighten at my words and I smile. I keep hearing Gris's voice telling me to keep my emotions in check. But I've started and I can't stop. I won't stop. She didn't want to be controlled Russell. She had enough of that from her boyfriend. You know Craig, the man that you've always wanted to be because Tanis was with him?
BITCH! TANIS WOULD'VE LEARNED TO LOVE ME! But...but she wouldn't! Because of that jackass CRAIG! I HATED HIM! I HATED HIM FOR TOUCHING AND HURTING HER! I held her when she was CRYING! She came running to ME! But after I held her she ALWAYS WENT BACK TO HIM!
So you wanted REVENGE?! A shiny glint catches my eye and I look at his hand. He's holding a gun.
She was going to pay. Pay for never letting me be the one! You've ruined everything! Everything I've planned you ruined! And now you'll pay...just like Tanis.
Grissom will hear you. You'll go to jail.
I'm already there. I watch in horror as he holds up the gun to my heart.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
I look over Russell's shoulder and see Brass scowling at him. A sigh of relief hits my lungs as I look at him. I see Grissom standing beside him, gun aimed at Russell.
Shoot me...I don't care. Tanis is gone, I killed her...but this bitch will be coming with me. I never liked being alone.
I feel my heart pounding and the barrel of the gun begins to heat up from touching my skin. I don't want to die. I can't die, not yet. Not until everything is finished, and it's not. I'm not finished! I shake my head and try to focus on the situation at hand. I feel his hand shaking causing the gun to rub against my chest. I close my eyes.
Put the gun down!
Cold fingers wrap around my arm. His thumb presses against the open cut. I grit my teeth together to stop from crying out. My body is flung against his. My back pressed against his front. Sirens begin to go as I realize that I'm his shield. They can't shoot him without going through me. Damn it!
My head snaps up as he grabs my chin holding it up. I look at Grissom's face. He is full of tension. I want to scream for him to just stop it all. Who cares if I live or die, as long as Tanis gets justice, that's all I want right now. How close have I come to almost killing myself? So close...maybe this is all just fate.
Let her go. Killing her won't do any good.
Yes it will! I don't want to be alone! I HATE BEING ALONE! Why can't anyone understand that!
I think of all the pictures he has in his apartment. He was trying to fill the void. His arms relax for a moment. I raise my arm slamming it into his rib cage. The grip lets go. I take that moment and wiggle away trying to make a run for it. I hear him swearing and then that noise.
I scream out as the bullet hits my shoulder. I keep hearing bullets as I look at Grissom. My legs give out causing me to tumble to the floor. My motion reminds me of Rag doll. First contact I make is my sore shoulder. I close my eyes and flashes of light plague my vision. Noises penetrate. It's Grissom's voice. Opening my eyes I look straight into his deep blue orbs. I'm sorry...
Sara, you gotta hold on. Someone call for an ambulance! Weakly I smile as I feel his hand in my hair. You're gonna be fine. You just gotta hold on a little longer.
I...I let my... I hate not being able to speak. Coughing a little I close my eyes again. Emotions take...take over. Sorry.
~*~
A beeping noise draws me out of my unconscious state. My head feels like a train is hitting it over and over again. Yet while I'm trying to open my eyes I know he's there. Attempting to take a deeper breath I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I open my eyes slowly, the light hurts. Rustling happens and then I feel his warm hand over mine.
You're awake.
Smiling I nod my head slowly. For as long as I've known Gil he's never understood the living. He could never relate to them. Never see what a person was going through. What they were screaming for at the top of their lungs. Or maybe he just never cared. I take another sharp breath. I'd rather believe it's the first then the second. Thinking that he doesn't care brings on a drowning feeling over my body. Shatters my dreams into millions of pieces. I've always thought there was a possibility of more between us. So many signs pointing in that directions and then me hoping that it wasn't all in my head. It couldn't be there. There was his hand rubbing my cheek when I just started out in Las Vegas. Him worried about putting myself in harms way. Of being bait. His beauty remark. I look into his blue eyes and smile again. Then there was the plant that he sent me. I close my eyes again, knowing that he's probably trying to read my mind. His brows would be scrunched slightly together and his head tilted a little.
You should get some rest.
Quickly I nod my head. The inward struggle begins. I want him to ask me if I'm okay, to take care of me, to ask a hundred different questions causing my head to spin. But I don't want the truth revealed, so I try to fall asleep. Sleeping makes the problems disappear for a couple of hours.
~*~
How's she doing?
Nick. I open my eyes and the fluorescent lights cause me to squint again. My vision slowly comes into focus and I watch him talk to Grissom at the doorway. His Texan accent brings a smile to my lips. He's been my best friend here in Las Vegas. Hey Cowboy.
His head snaps back and flashes the charm. Even after you get shot you still flirt with me. He shakes his head at Grissom. Never could resist my charm. I give him a toothy grin and he winks at me. Glancing behind him I catch a glimpse of Grissom and if I didn't know better I'd say he was jealous.
You wish.
I'm glad you're okay. I...I wouldn't be able to handle losing you.
Sighing I shake my head. Never been good at the emotional moments. Nicky you'd find someone to take my place. And you'd flirt with her until she'd shoot you down. You've always liked a challenge. His hand wraps around mine as he pulls up the metal stool. Looking into his eyes I see the first stage of tears. I lift my arm and touch his face.
I wouldn't want anyone to replace you. Besides I'm still waiting for that yes.
Between my sniffles I choke out a laugh. You'll never get a yes from me, Nicky.
We'll never find out if you leave. He stands up. I'll go get the rest.
Quickly I wipe my own tears. I've always hated crying. Considered it a sign of weakness.
I can send them away. You look tired...
Gris, I'm fine. Well I will be. Finally I take in his appearance. His navy blue polo shirt is half un-tucked and nothing but wrinkles. His face looks pale and eyes tired. Did you get any sleep?
A little here and there.
You didn't have to stay.
I wanted to. my muscles tightens as his words register in my mind. I scan his eyes for something, what I'm not sure. Maybe a sign of hope. But I'm pulled away by Catherine's soft voice.
Welcome back. You scared us.
I flash a tooth grin at my friends. Warrick was standing directly behind Catherine. Barely space for a piece of paper. Nick's hands are crossed over his chest and Greg is standing next to him. Greggo how'd you manage to break free from the lab?
A smile creeps on his face and I watch him relax. Chloroform. Ecklie didn't even see it coming.
I laugh along with the people I consider family. The laughter continues. I move my shoulder slightly and regret the action as a bolt of paint strikes my arm. I know my action is noticed and I try to recover. It's okay.
It's not okay Sara, you're bleeding. I'm getting the Doctor.
Catherine I'm fine! It's pointless to argue with Catherine. Looking at the others I move my arm. See no pain.
Ms. Sidle. I nod my head at the older man. His hair is silver and his face is gentle. He moves my gown off my shoulder. Wincing again as he lifts it up and reveals the gauze around my shoulder. Moving the tape my stitches come into plain view. You tore a stitch open. Nothing too serious. But it's good your friend found me, wouldn't want this to get infected.
When can I leave?
I was going to allow you to be released today but you need to promise me to take it easy. No working for at least another week. Try not to use your right arm too much. I'll send the nurse in with the forms if you promise me no work.
She won't be coming in doctor. I can promise you that. I scowl at Grissom. He gives me his look. The one that states don't-bother-to-argue-or-I-will-pull-rank.'
Excellent! Janice will be in soon then.
~*~
I sit patiently in Grissom's midnight blue Tahoe. He tried to get me to stay at his place, but I wouldn't agree. The last thing I want is to have Grissom hovering around me. Not now. I surprised myself with my reaction, I've always wanted Grissom to want to take care of me. And now that he wants to I'm scared. Scared that he'll find out my secret and hate me for it. Hate me for not being strong enough. I shake my head. I know it's wrong, but sometimes I just need to release it. He can't understand, he never lets cases affect him. It's always just a case.
We're here.
I look up and nod my head. Thanks for the ride. I open my door and feel his warm hand on my elbow. I turn.
I'm coming in. He must have caught the flash of anger in my eyes. Just for a bit. Make sure you have everything you need.
I pull my arm back and slide out of the Tahoe. I've never realized how massive this vehicle is until after I've been shot and I'm trying to get out with one hand. Finally my feet hit the pavement and I smile weakly. I reach into my pocket and stop as I hear a familiar jingling sound. Looking up I see Grissom shaking them in front of me.
I grabbed them before we left the hospital.
I listen as he follows me up the stairs. I can't remember ever having Gil in my home. The rest of the team has come over on occasion, late night movies, dinners, breakfasts; but Gil...never. It seems weird to have him follow me up, like I'm in a dream. Living a dream I've had so many times. Unfortunately these aren't the circumstances that I was hoping for. I put my key in the lock and twist causing the door to open up. C'mon in. I watch his face, looking for a sign from him of more then just wanting to do his boss duties. That he is concerned and wants to take care of me. Can I get you anything?
I'll make something. Why don't you go get cleaned up.
I look down at myself and shake my head. I forgot that I'm still wearing the clothes that I had on. They're stained with blood and I realize how bad the dry blood feels on my skin. I'll be back. I turn to leave but stop just before my door. Cups are in the cabinets above the dish washer. Coffee is in... I don't continue as I see him reach for the glass container with the specialty coffee in it. I smile and close my door. Resting my head against the door I let out a deep sigh.
~*~
The loose fitting sweat pants and over sized t-shirt feel wonderful over my skin. I pull my hair into a loose pony tail and open the door. I smile again as I watch him examine my reading collection. Find anything interesting?
Yeah, these physics magazine.
He straightens up before looking at me. Quite a collection.
I need something to occupy myself with when I'm at home. It's amazing how far science has come in the last 20 years. It's night to day. I watch him nod. I've always enjoyed these type of talks with him. It's where we both can just be and not worry about all the personal aspects that come when dealing with personal issues. What'd you make? Smells good.
I make a face as he speaks the words. Sara, coffee is not healthy after you've just come out of the hospital.
I'm fine Gil. My face softens as I listen to him being worried about my well being.
I shouldn't have let you wonder the house solo. I should've been there. We lost Holly because of not following protocol.
It wasn't like you left me Grissom. You were just downstairs. It could easily have been you. I'm fine. I look at his face and try to get him to feel less guilty about the situation.
Why don't you sit down. You've been through enough today.
I follow his instructions and sit in the corner of the sofa waiting for him to sit down. My stomach tightens as he sits next to me.
We need to talk.
About what?
The doctor didn't want to mention it while everyone was there. But Sara he asked me if your attacker had a knife. Did he?
That's what I thought. He wanted to know if you had been attacked recently on another crime scene.
I swallow hard and realize where he's going with this.
How did you get cut Sara? I feel his hand on my arm and flinch backwards further into the sofa. He said it was fresh, done in that last 5 hours. You weren't at work, did someone attack you Sara?
Looking into his blue eyes I know I can't lie to him. No I wasn't attacked.
Want to explain what happened?
I look around the room searching for an escape. This is what it must feel like to be a suspect while being interviewed. Hoping that someone will open the door to save you. Hoping that the phone could ring and he'd get distracted and quit asking questions. But none of that happens and I'm left huddled in a corner looking at him. His eyes change and I see there's sympathy. Sympathy! I hate sympathy! It's a sick disease that people think makes another feel better. It doesn't, it's a myth. I don't know what you're talking about Grissom. Feeling a small sense of control as he cringes when I say his name with disdain and anger.
What about the scars?
Drop it.
I didn't want to acknowledge it before. I suspected it a couple of weeks ago. Constantly wearing the long sleeved shirts and flinching when someone touched your arm. I was afraid to ask what was going on Sara. I know how private you are, but I need you to talk to me. Talk to someone at least.
My defenses go up so fast I don't even realize what I've done. Instantly my back bone goes straight and jaw clinches. I remember his words with the Kaye Shelton case. Empathy. I snap my head up and look at him. The words just begin to form and spew out before I can censor them. You don't care Grissom. You never have. Because what you feel is empathy. Empathy for me and whatever you think I'm going through. It'll go away in time. Everything does. I see the pain fall on his face and I continue to go on, knowing that if I stop I'll crash and burn with no one to save me. I wanted to believe that Grissom would save me, but I can't trust that. I can't trust that he'll show some sort of feeling towards me. Not when I'm risking myself. Isn't that what you said to me about Kaye Shelton? That what I felt was nothing but empathy and that it would go away. Well take your own advice Grissom. I stand up and walk over to the kitchen praying that he would leave me alone.
I listen carefully as he stands up. He's so quiet. If I wasn't paying such close attention I wouldn't have heard the door quietly shut. Letting out a heavy breath I allow my shoulders to shake rapidly. My tears rack my body. I brace the counter for support. How can there be so much pain in this world? I take the first object and throw it across the room. I let a scream out wanting someone to rescue me but I just pushed out someone who wanted to help.
Slumping to the ground I continue to cry. I don't hear him coming back in, but soon I feel his arms nervously touching my arm. I look up into his blue eyes and the tears fall faster. His arms wrap around me and the contact brings a sense of warmth. I gently lift my arms, and snake them around his neck pulling him closer. Crying into his neck I feel his large hands slowly and roughly rub my back. Not hearing words I feel a gently nod from his head; I pull him closer searching for a saving grace.
I don't know how long we've been sitting here, curled up by my island, me crying out the pain that is holding me hostage. I feel him move slightly and I gently pull away. I don't know how to react towards him. Grissom has never showed me any physical affection before. This is the first time, and it scares me. Scares me that if I let him in, he won't be able to react. He's never been good with people, neither of us have, and I know I won't be able to handle a distant reaction. I push myself away from his embrace and wiggle away from him. Sorry about that. You don't need to worry about me.
Sara, what's got you so scared?
His hand brushes the hair out of my face. I flinch and move farther away. Grissom, I'm fine. Isn't it okay to be a little scared after you've been shot? He nods a smile in my direction and I take a breath.
Don't lie Sara. I know something more is up and I need you to trust me.
I almost choke on his words. Trust him? Tell him everything and then have him shut me out. He would do that out of fear of feeling something more then what any boss does to his team members. I can't live with that rejection. I shake my head. There is no more than that Gris.
Then tell me about the markings on your arm. Before I know it he's touched my arm that's been cut, by me. I swallow and look away.
There's nothing to tell.I was playing with some lab equipment and acidentally hurt myself, wasn't worth mentioning. I'm really tired. I need to get some sleep. I stand up fully and smile weakly at him. He follows my lead, he grabs his light jacket and walks out the door. This time I don't start to throw things. I lock the door behind him and crawl onto my couch. If you only knew Grissom...if only I could open myself up to you more.
~*~
It's been a week since I was shot. Grissom has called practically every day. The first time he called I asked him to stop calling me, every time after that I've let the machine take it. He's stopped by my place a couple of times, but I won't let him in. I've pushed him away, blocked him out of my life. But I know I'm going to have to face him eventually when I get to work today. Facing him will be hard, it'll be the worst experience that I'll ever go through. He'll want me to tell him. I want to, that's what keeps getting me. I want him to know, but I'm afraid he won't want me afterwards. I've stayed in Las Vegas for the last couple of years solely to be with him and if he decides that he doesn't want me after he finds out what monsters are hiding in my closet I won't be able to stay with him. I'll end up running away and the only place I want to run to is his arms. That sounds so fluffy. I shake my head.
Catherine is suppose to pick me up for shift today. She said something about Grissom not wanting me to drive alone. I move towards the door when a loud knock is hear. I unbolt the lock and see a pair of blue steel eyes smiling at me. I try to regain control. What...are you doing here? I look past him in hopes of finding Catherine, she isn't in sight though. I thought Catherine was coming to pick me up?
I told her I would pick you up. I hope you don't mind. I move as he steps inside my place. I've been doing some reading on self mutilation. Self-injury is done often because they feel trapped or lost in their emotions'. A cutter does it for a variety of reasons. In your age group it's often because of a violent home, neglect, isolation, self-degrading thinking, or abuse'.
As he speaks each word slaps me harder then the first.
I went through the list and tried to figure out what the main reason was for those. He points to my arm and I follow his gaze and quickly cover my arm. You've always had a strong opinion of yourself Sara, for as long as I've known you I don't believe you've ever been abnormally hard on yourself. You've never shared much about your family other then your parents were stuck in the Woodstock years and never paid much attention to your needs. That takes out a violent home. But does bring in neglect, from your parents. Isolation was one reason that I was looking at. Maybe in high school, but your behavior only changed recently, indicating that feeling isolated isn't a reason. Along with the fact that you are surrounded by people that share the same passion as you. That left me with abuse.
I shake noticeable as he mentions the latter.
You become attached to cases that deal with abuse. I've never thought much of it. We all have our quirks and cases that we become attached to. Catherine with children cases, Nick and assault cases. Sara, how long where you abused?
His question lingers in the air for a moment. I try to let the words come out, but nothing comes out. Dead silence sits between us. I was never...never abused Gil. He tilts his head slightly and looks at me intently. Sometimes you don't need a reason for hating and sometime you do. I've seen it. When I was younger, my best friend was abused by her step father. I know the reasons why abusers do what they do. They are a waste of flesh and don't deserve to be among the living. I don't even realize I'm crying until his hand wipes the tears off my cheek.
Why do you do it?
'An inability to express emotions, inability to cope, and to regain control. It brings gravity back and gives me a sense of control. I can control the pain and hurt when I do it. Kaye Shelton, I haven't had to deal with a case like that in such a long time. I lift my eyes and look him in the eye. It's a release for me, it makes the pain come out but only when I bring it on myself. Other than that it just stays locked up.
You never talked to anyone about it. Why?
How'd you know?
I looked in your record.
I shake my head. I can't believe he did that. Who would hire someone that was a cutter? I watch as he nods his head in understanding. I'd be labeled as unstable, that's not the case Gil. I need you to believe that.
I wouldn't have hired you if I thought you weren't stable Sara.
A smile comes on my lips.
But you need help Sara, you can't keep living like this. When I was doing this research they said that it's not about what will stop it, but why they're doing it. It won't be easy, but I'll be with you every step.
I look at his eyes and am surprised not to see some sort of reserve about him. It's passion, pain and some would say love. But I know that with Gil it wouldn't be love.
He stops and by observing his movements I know he's having a hard time finding the words. I care. I don't want to lose you, even if I don't have you. I close my eyes as he speaks the words to me. I've dreamt of him saying this for so long. I open my eyes and look at him.
But you do have me, you always have. He pulls me into a close embrace, I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck. I rest my head on his shoulder and take in his scent.
~*~
I sit next to him on his couch. He opens Understanding Self-Injury: A Workbook' and begins to read the introduction. After that day, we went and found books on cutters; along with any other information we could find. Today is our first session together. We'll do this once and I'll meet with a counselor every week. Having Gil know has instantly brought an accountability partner into my life. He's constantly looking out for me and getting me to talk about what's going on.
I smile as he wraps his arm around me as he continues to read. I snuggle in closer while we start on the first chapter.
A/N: If any of you are struggling with being a cutter please seek help. All of the information for this fan fic was taken from this web site. http://www.geocities.com/bnl_jgk/mainpage.html It has a links and people to contact if you are suffering from being a cutter. If you need to talk please feel free to contact me.
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