Chapter four:
His brown eyes widened. He rushed over to me, and looked at my arms. I didn't do anything. I just watched him.
He grabbed my gauges, and put pressure on my cuts till they stopped bleeding. My breathing was heavy.
His fingers were rough, probably from playing the guitar, he traced them over my other scars, and looked up at me.
"What's your name?" I didn't really say anything. I just sort of stared at him. He bit his lip, his brown eyes suddenly bigger, and-
He snapped his fingers, and I snapped out of it.
"Ally…"
"Okay Ally. What's your story? Trigger?"
He was still holding my arm, looking at all the other scars.
I pulled away from him. "Sorry, I don't tell people my life story."
I didn't realize how cold my reaction was.
"I get it, but considering that you don't lock your door when you do that. You can't expect people not to notice. We're all here for a reason. Might as well tell me now."
I bit my lip, and looked up at him.
"My mom…died in front of me and I couldn't save her. Ever since then, my dad has always been working; he uses it as an excuse not to look at me, because I look too much like her."
He sat there silently. "So, this is your way of coping?"
I nodded. I put my head down, and looked at my hands. He drop his hand on my head.
"I'm here if you need me. I'm Austin by the way."
I removed his hand. "So, what are you here for, Austin?"
His eyes slightly darkened, although his expression remained unchanged.
"I'll tell you soon, just not now. It's not...the right time, but for now let's just say I caused a lot of trouble."
We remained silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a comfortable one.
He stood up, and put out his hand. Just then, I realized what he was wearing.
A beanie, a black t-shirt with red flannel, blue jeans, and Converse.
I grabbed his hand, and he helped me up.
"Come on, let's go." He said. Just like that, I followed him.
No questions asked.
But…should I really trust him?
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~Kristina B.