I must say, I love your guys' reactions to my cliffhanger. I asked myself "how much of an asshole would I be if I didn't update for a month?" I figured not to-I'm not that mean (: here you guys go. Sorry it's so short. I think I have insomnia because it is almost three a.m. & I'm wide awake. I decided to write this chapter early, considering I only write the last one about 12 hours ago. Enjoy!


Samey's tear filled eyes widened in alarm. She threw the sharp object to the ground, pulling her sleeves down as far as possible. Her face was flushed. "I was.. . I was just. . ."

Topher kneeled next to her. "Just what?"

She sighed shakily. "It doesn't matter. I promise."

Topher's stomach was doing a flip. He shook his head. The more he thought about it, the more he was actually understanding.

"Samey, don't lie to me again." His voice wasn't filled with anger like earlier, it was something he never really used. Softness, kindness.

Samey bit her lip and looked down. Topher took her arm gently yet quickly, pushing up the sleeve. Not only was there the marks from when she "fell into a bush," but there was new ones. New lines covered with blood. Some were straight across, other diagonal. Some were even crossed.

Topher couldn't speak. He honestly knew he had never been in this situation before.

Samey took this time to speak. "I-I didn't mean to lie. . .it-it's just. . .I didn't wa-want. . ." She wanted to burst into tears. She felt so embarrassed and childish.

Topher sighed, his throat tightening. "It doesn't matter." It didn't anymore, the autograph issue meant nothing to him anymore. He felt guilty, like this was all of his fault. Maybe it was.

He looked at her bloody arm again, wishing he knew what to do. He knew he had towels for when he needed to dry his hair, but was it worth it? He decided it was. "I'll be right back."

He ran back to the tree cabin, relieved no one was around, and ram back to Samey. He laid the towel on her arm, trying to soak up some of the blood.

They were both silent for quite some time. They didn't know what to say to each other. Topher suddenly reached into his pocket, pulling out the piece of the mirror.

"This is yours too. . .isn't it?" he asked quietly. She nodded shamefully. Topher dropped it to the ground, his fingers burning at the touch of it now. "You know . . .you didn't have to do this to yourself."

Samey let out a small whimper. "I had every right to."

"Why though? You seem to have a great life. You're a cheerleader, you have a nice sister-" Samey scoffed.

"Topher. . .my life is a living hell. . ." she said without any emotion. She didn't need to. Her face showed it all. All of the pain, the fear, and the sadness. All wrapped into a sixteen year old girl.

Topher sat next to her in the dark cold cave. He continued dabbing the blood on her arm, his other hand trying to help remove her tears. He sighed sadly.

"Tell me everything."


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