The sun sank into the horizon as Charlene excused herself from the table to go out for a walk. She came across her favorite park bench a couple minutes away from her house. She hesitated when she began to sit down. Dread poured over her like a waterfall. She saw the guy that she hated with every breath in her body, but loved him with all of her broken heart. He turned around to see her. "Hey, Charlie." Finn smiled at her with his typical dazzling grin. "C'mon," he said patting the bench, "there's room for both of us." "Thanks." She said sitting down next to him. Does this mean anything? She asked herself. Of course not, he likes Amanda,she remembered. Finn's phone started buzzing. He grabbed it out of his back pocket and looked at the screen. "Amanda's calling. Would you mind at all?" He said starting to stand up. "Go ahead," Charlene plaster a fake grin on her face, " I don't mind." "Thanks," Finn replied quickly before answering the phone. Charlene sat there. Listening to his conversation. Not intentionally, but only because she loved his voice. His smile. His eyes... "Hey, Amanda!... No, I'm not doing anything..." Charlene felt a stab of offense. She and him were just having their first moment. It was the best moment of her life. Until Amanda called. But apparently Finn and Charlene weren't up to anything. Tears welled up in her eyes. She heard Finn hang up after saying,"Love you, too. Bye." She stood up and started to leave, afraid Finn might see her break down. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "Charlene where are you going?" Finn asked, steps behind her. "Home." She called back bitterly. "Wait, Char-" Finn stopped her by grabbing her wrist tightly. She screamed in pain, falling to the gravel, holding her wrist close to herself. Finn jumped back startled. He quickly dove to her side and carefully held her a out. Blood seeped through her jacket. He rolled up her sleeve as she yelled in agony. Line after line, cuts of all different shapes covered her arm. 5, 10, 20, he stopped counting at thirty cuts. "Charlie-" Finn said, speechless from shock and horror. "You did this?" Finn helped her back up on the bench. She sat on the bench, quivering, as quiet as the wind, hair veiling over her tear-streaked face. She opened her small mouth, chin shaking. Her shallow breaths became shorter and shorter. Her mind told her to return the question but her mouth refused to move. "Charlie," Finn stumbled with his words. "I don't know how.. Why you would do this?" "Finn. Please don't-" Charlene gasped between heart-wrenching sobs. She shook her head, arm shaking in Finn's hand. "Charlie, you're perfect." Charlene stopped crying. She stood up, filled with anger and self pity. "If I was so perfect, or even close to it, why do I sit on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor each night, wanting to die? Why do I study for tests until two a.m.? Why do I starve myself for three days straight, not even daring to think of food? Why do I throw up my food when I do eat? Why do I carve into my wrists to end some never ending pain that won't leave me? Finn, if I'm so perfect, why does this happen to me?" Finn, not sure what to do, carefully pulled her wrists close to him and gave her a hug. Not just a little hug that will try to get people to stop crying, but the rarest, most genuine hug a person can give. The kind that make you feel special and worth it. The kind that melt your heart. She whimpered with agony and stayed there, embraced in Finn's arms, until the pain faded away.