A 17 year old boy, Xero, has broken up with his girlfriend, Haruhi. Follow his short journey to recovering from his serious relationship. (this is my first story)
There I am, sitting on the floor. Crying, at 12AM My girlfriend has left me for another. She meant the world to me. I was literally, broken down on the inside. I looked at my Blackberry. There was a new message from Haruhi on "AIM".
"I'm sorry Xero, for hurting you on the inside. I hope we can still be friends. :)"
I was shocked to see it. I didn't just want to be friends. I wanted way more than that. I quickly replied with, "Yeah... I guess will", I can't believe I lied right there.
"That's good. How are you feeling?"
"Terrible. Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
I took out a switchblade. "did you bleed when you used to cut yourself?", I flipped the open the switchblade.
"a little", she replied, "why?"
A pause
"YOU'RE NOT CUTTING, ARE YOU?", Haruhi typed in caps.
I took in a deep breath, "No. I was just curious", I took my switchblade, and started to carve the name 'Haruhi' into my right arm. The blade pierced into my skin. Blood started to ooze out. I winced a little to the pain, but it all became numb, and I couldn't feel it.
Haruhi gave me another message, "promise me you wont."
"haven't I already promised you?", I asked.
"promise me again."
"if I promise you now, would you pardon me if I did do some before?"
Another pause.
"did you, or did you not cut?" Haruhi sudden said.
"No, I didn't", I lied, again, "I promise, I won't cut."
"is there a mark?" Haruhi asked.
"huh? What do you mean?"
"if there's a mark, that means you've cut."
"there's no mark there." I quickly responded. But that's where I let it out by accident.
"I knew it. You cut. How many cuts did you make?"
I stood there, silent.
Haruhi repeated, "How many did you make?"
"21"
"why the hell would you do that? Even I didn't make that many when I cut."
"yeah you did... When you carved the word 'shattered' into your arm."
"you carved a word? What did you carve?"
I put my phone down.
"what did you carve?" she asked again.
I looked at my arm. Blood was slowly coming out. I licked it off, and picked up my phone again.
"I...", I started to type, "carved your name onto my arm"
Another pause.
"you didn't..." she started
"I'm sorry... I did" I deeply apologized, I broke our promise... I felt like scum.
She messaged me again, saying she was going to sleep. I wished her a good night. And went to sleep.
