This is my second story! I'm hoping I'm better at this than my first, but I'm still continuing it. R&R!! BTW, this is an LDD song fic.
I looked in the mirror as I picked up the pocket knife I had gotten as a birthday present today. I opened it carefully as I thought of what I'd heard Jesse tell May Belle.
Leslie is my best friend, nothing else. It'll never change.
I was going to do what I told myself never to do.
I was going to cut my hand to see if I could feel anything. I felt numb after I heard him, and even as he kissed my cheek.
I hurt myself today,
To see if I still feel,
I focus on the pain,
The only thing that's real.
I looked at my wrist as drops of blood beaded out onto my pale skin. It hurt, but there was a kind of pleasure at the same time.
The needle tears a hole,
The old familiar stain,
Try to kill it all away,
But I remember everything.
I suddenly felt regret, and I rushed outside to be in the fresh air, my wrist still bloody.
"Les?" I heard a voice say.
It was Jesse.
I didn't answer, but instead, I began to cry. The stress of the time pushed me to it, from peer pressure, bullies, feelings, and Jesse sent me to it.
What have I become,
My sweetest friend,
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end.
"Oh, Les. What did you do?" he asked, kneeling to look at my face.
"I was just so stressed," I sobbed. "Thr things people have been saying and doing."
And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
Jesse put his arms around me and I broke down completely.
"I heard what you said earlier. About just being best friends," I sobbed.
"Leslie? Is that what's wrong?" he asked, pulling back to look me in the eyes.
I nodded.
"Les, May Bele thought I was mad at you. I was telling her we'd always be best friends. I wasn't ruling out the possibility that we could be..." he stopped short.
"More?" I asked hopefully.
"Of course I wasn't ruling it out. May was just worried that we wouldn't be friends."
If I could start again,
A million miles away,
You would stay right here,
I would find a way.
Jesse walked me back it and helped me clean my wrist, then he had to go home.
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I was pulling back the covers on my bed, ready for a nice long sleep after the stress of the day. A peice of paper fell out of the sheets.
Leslie,
Wanna go for pizza tomorrow?
Love,
Jesse
I went to my window that looked into Jesse's window, caught his eye, and nodded.
Maybe the hurt of being fourteen wasn't so bad.
A/N: I LOVE the sond hurt my Johnny Cash, so it seemed fitting to include it in a story about stress. All reveiws are excepted. Any suggestions are appreciated. This is a one-shot, but, depending on the number of hits and reveiws, it could be extended. TTFN!!