New fanfic for you guys. This is kinda awkward, since I also wrote a PewDieCry fic...
Anna's P. O. V.
I watched the rain as it poured down onto the street. I pulled up my hood and steeled myself to run out into the rain to get home when someone grabbed my arm. I went into defense mode and slapped them away whiling on them with my fists at the ready, until I saw the cold ceramic mask on my best friend's face.
"Oh, it's just you. Sorry, I thought you were someone else." The part of his face that was uncovered smiled and giggled.
"Jeez, if that's what you do to me, I would hate to be a stranger who grabbed you on accident!" He was rubbing his arm where I smacked him and smiling. I smiled looked into the rain.
"Well, I'm debating whether or not to go home or sleep here. I might drown before morning." Cry looked out at the rain and winced.
"Yeah, it's coming down pretty hard. You know what?" I looked over at him and shook my head. "What?" He smiled and looked right into my eyes.
"You should come stay at my house tonight. It's out of the rain. Besides, I'm on my own, and it gets lonely." I looked out into the rain quickly to hide my blush.
"I don't want to be a burden." He lightly touched my arm.
"You aren't a burden. It would be awesome if you came and stayed with me for a while." I smiled and nodded.
"If you insist, I might be able to stay at your house tonight." He nodded and stopped me as I readied myself to run to his car.
"I'll go get the car and bring it over. Don't move." Before I could respond he ran out and jumped in his car. He drove over and I ran out to him. I opened the door and jumped in, closing it behind me. He smiled and drove away towards his house.
We sat in silence until we were stopped at a stop sign and an idiot on their phone almost drove into us. Cry honked and the guy slammed on his brakes. Cry changed gears to reverse and backed up. We almost hit the guy behind us, but Cry and the guy stopped in time. The man flipped Cry off and I returned the favor, and the guy turned to me until a police officer who had been sitting in the next lane turned on his siren.
The man got a smug look until the police officer got out of his car with an umbrella and walked up to his car. He signaled for Cry to go around and turned back to the man.
Cry turned and went around the man. We drove to his house in silence and by the time we had gotten to his house the rain had stopped. We got out and I shook my hair out of my hood. I caught Cry staring at me before he turned away, blushing. We walked in and Cry smiled.
"Just set your stuff anywhere. You can go take a shower first. I'll wait." I shook my head and smiled.
"No, I'll go second. You go first, I have to do stuff first. I'll see you later." He nodded and walked up the stairs and into a door. I sighed and placed my backpack on top of my shoes.
I pulled the pocket knife and sharpener out of my backpack and sat out in the yard. I sharpened the four inch blade and cleaned it. I studied the blade for a moment before I sighed.
I rolled up my left sleeve and stared at the thousands of scars lining my arm. I took a deep, shaky breath and rolled down my left sleeve.
I rolled my right sleeve up and stared at the blank canvas of skin, clean of the scars.
I drew the blade across my arm and watched as the blood welled up. It dribbled down my arm as I drew the blade across my arm again. I drew the blade across my arm until it's entire length was lined with cuts.
I watched the blood flow from the cuts for a moment before I pulled the large cotton pad and ace bandage out of my backpack. I laid the gauze over the cuts and wrapped the Ace bandage over it to hold in place. I taped the bandage down and rolled my sleeve over it. I stood up and cleaned my blade, replacing it in my bag. I laid my bag my the door and sat down on the couch.Cry walked in and smiled. "Your turn." I smiled and shook my head.
"I'll just wait. I don't need one." He nodded and smiled.
"Well, it's getting late. I'm off to bed. Goodnight." I smiled and waved. He smiled and turned around. I pulled a blanket out of the cupboard and laid down on the couch. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I woke to the sound of footsteps. I remained acting asleep until I heard the footsteps stop beside me.
For a while they just waited, watching me. After a moment I felt a gentle hand stroking my hair. My arm fell from my side and touched the floor. I had taken my jacket off to sleep, and I had only worn a short-sleeved shirt. I panicked but didn't move.
Cry picked up my arm and slowly unwrapped the Ace bandage and peeled the pad of gauze off of my arm. I heard him gasp and nearly flinched. For a moment he just stood with my arm in his hand, staring at the fresh cuts. Eventually he stood and walked away. I lay motionless until I heard the footsteps return and my arm was held gently again.
He wiped my arm down slowly and bandaged the cuts. He laid my arm back at my side and picked up the other. He looked at it and dropped it and stumbled backwards. After a while I felt him lift my arm again and whisper softly.
"Oh God… How did I not notice?" He stood up and leaned over me. He gently kissed my forehead. As he pulled away I sat up and hugged him in a smooth, quick motion. I remained there, still acting asleep for several moments. He wrapped his arms around me and held me until my grip loosened and I fell back.
He laid me back down gently and laid a hand on my upper arm. He just stood for a moment before returning to bed. I smiled and settled back down to sleep. I woke up at dawn and packed up my stuff. I was about to leave when Cry cleared his throat. I turned around and smiled.
"Good morning. I was just going to go home." He looked me up and down and beckoned to the couch. I set my stuff by the door and sat beside him. He was fully dressed, his shoes on, and his hair was neat and tidy.
"I wanted to ask you when you were going to tell me." I looked him up and down, calculating my next move.
"When were you going to tell me?" He looked at me quizzically.
"Fine. I like you. A lot. Now, do you have something to tell me?" I felt my heart come crashing down around me. He liked me back. So many year of holding back, and he liked me back. He never even asked me how I felt about him, or anything about how I felt about anyone.
"Fine. I cut myself." He looked at me sadly.
"For how long? A year?" I shook my head.
"Two." He looked at me angrily.
"There were only enough cuts for one." I shook my head. I pulled off my jacket and rolled my sleeves up to my neck.. He retched and turned away.
Scars lined my upper arms and shoulders. I stood up and replaced the jacket on my shoulders. "Can you just not stand them? Am I too flawed for you? Am I worthless because I can't help it?" I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks and I turned away.
I grabbed my bag and ran from his house. I ran down the street to the alley I called home. I sat down on my box and wept. I heard footsteps thudding after me and I stood up.
I brushed past Cry as he stopped in the entrance. I ran to the crosswalk and sprinted across with Cry running after me.
I felt the car slam into me at top speed as it ran the red light. I buckled under the force and fell to the ground as the car stopped. breathing was excruciating and my chest felt awful.
I felt strong arms lifting me and heard Cry calling my name. I coughed and it sent a blinding flash of pain through my body. Cry held me in the street. I heard the faint sound of sirens and Cry yelling. everything faded around me and my vision went black.
Yeah, a little dramatic, but how else am I supposed to make him depressed? She moves away? He'd just follow her. She commits suicide? She wouldn't do that to him. Anyways, if I didn't do that, how else would the description make sense? I'm gonna go take some medicine and read for a while. Bye, guys. -Starflight