Chapter 2

"Nick, stop please." I pleaded when were at school, our lockers next to one another and it was the end of the day. "Please."

"Taylor, you have no idea how sorry I am. I never meant for it to happen. Please just let me explain it all."

"No, your eyes said it all!" I covered my mouth, and walked away. But he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"What was that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said my eyes…" Tara interrupted him,

"What are you doing with her?" she asked.

"Tara, you need to leave me alone. I don't like you okay? Just stop, you've ruined my life enough. Just leave me alone." He lifted his arm from her grasp and looked at me. I saw the pain I was causing him. Then I gasped at the sight that was before me. I saw him cut his arm with a razor.

"No." I whispered.

"What? What is it?" he asked me.

"Nothing." I lowered my gaze and saw that he wasn't wearing his normal attire; he had long sleeves on, not his normal tee shirt. I quickly walked the other way and walked out to my car. I yelled for Nikki and she followed me.

"What's wrong?" she asked when she got in.

"It's Nick. He's cutting himself."

"What!"

"I saw it in his eyes, that's why he's in a long sleeve shirt. What have I done?"

"You did nothing wrong. It was him."

"But."

"No. None of this is your fault." I looked at her, and said,

"But, I love him. I can't get him out of my head and the images that I have seen replay over and over in my head. They never stop. I don't know what to do." She hugged me.

"It's going to be okay. I promise." I cried on her shoulder. Our parents weren't at home; they were in London on a 'second honeymoon' as they put it. "I promise." she repeated.

I sat on my roof and held my guitar strumming a few notes. I had always loved to play the guitar and piano. I looked at the stars and remembered when Nick and I would lay up here and talk about our future. I started to play my favorite song, 'Teardrops on my Guitar' by Taylor Swift. "That's really good." Nikki said as she climbed up to where I was sitting.

"Thanks, he liked it too." I said and gazed down the street. His house was a next door, and I could see a figure on the roof. Our rooms faced each other and we were always on our roofs. We both had a guitar and we both played the piano. I looked closely, and saw it was him.

"Why don't we go inside?"

"No it's fine."

"Sure?"

"Yea." She left and I started to play again. I looked over and he was gone. I sighed and then I heard someone sit next to me. I starred at my guitar and he said,

"You seemed disappointed that you didn't see me?" I sighed and didn't respond. He put his hands on my chin, how I missed his touch, and pulled my face toward him. I didn't look into his eyes until he made me. I saw him, cutting once again, and then I noticed that he was in a tee shirt. I looked at his arms.

"Oh my God. Nick!" I said when I looked at the cuts; there were old one and fresh ones. They were still wet with blood; one touch would cause it to bleed. I grabbed his arm and looked at it, "What in the world?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Nick, why would you do this? This is stupid and crazy!" He looked away and pulled his arm from my grasp. "Tell me."

"Because of what happened." He turned his head in the other direction. "I never loved her, but I did, do you." I didn't know what to say. "Taylor, I love you with all my heart; I was stupid, and I made a mistake. I love you."

I couldn't help but want to cry. He was my life, my soul, my everything and he was causing himself pain because of me. "Nick?" I asked. He didn't turn to look at me or make a sound. "I'm sorry. I truly am." He looked at me and then crashed his lips to mine. I missed this.

We had been together for four years and this was the most passionate one we had ever shared. Then I felt liquid running now my arm. I pulled away and saw blood dripping down my arm. "Nick!"

"I'm fine." He leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped him.

"No, come here. Now." I said and grabbed his arm. Blood was dripping down my hand. "Nikki!" She ran up the stairs and saw the scene,

"Oh my God. I'll get some towels!" she shouted, running down the stairs. I drug him into my bathroom it was a great size bathroom. It was a large open space, which was great for me.

"Sit." I commanded. He sat on the rim of my whirlpool as I ran to get the towels from Nikki.

"Nick what have you done?" she asked.

"It's complicated," he said.

"It's going to sting a little." I said as I poured Peroxide over the wounds. He didn't flinch at all, and I looked at his eyes, I saw him and me kissing on the roof. I wrapped the towels on the wounds and put pressure on them, applying a belt. "Why are you so stupid?" I asked.

He smiled and said, "You love me anyways." I laughed and he kissed my cheek.

"Nick, I can't just take you back."

"Please?" he asked and started to kiss my neck. "I never wanted to hurt you. I love you and I always will."

"I know that, but…"

"No, I will never do that again. This helped me realize what I want, and that is you. No one else, just you. I want to marry you and have a family with you. I want you to be my girl. Not Tara or any other girl, you Taylor." I looked in his eyes and now saw him and me with a little girl. Then the little girl disappeared and he was kissing me. I looked away and he lifted my chin and kissed me.