"You don't have to show me if you don't want to. It's really up to you." She truly meant it.
"You deserve to see and I want to show you because it might help. Unless you just don't want to see my arms all butchered, I wouldn't blame you." I felt my hands tighten around my arms, which cause an extreme amount of pain in the fresh wounds on my arms. Her hands just tightened around mine. I winced from the pain in my arm.
"No! Please, show me. I want to help however I can." she started to pry my fingers from my arm and to ease the pain. I pulled my hand from hers and put it back on the cuff of my sleeve and started to push up my sleeve. I heard her gasp from the sight of my arm. I reached over and pushed up the sleeve of my left arm. Which was even worse then my right arm. She grabbed both of my wrists and threw my arms around her, and pulls me into a giant hug.
"I promise next time you call I'll pick up the phone. Promise me two things. One please try to stop cutting and two don't do anything stupid. Please promise me these things. PLEASE." She whispered in my ear.
"I promise, I'll try to stop. And when I can't stop I'll call you the second before I think about doing it. And I promise not to do anything stupid. I whispered back into her ear.
"Flight 432 to Alaska, is now boarding." We heard over the loud speaker.
"Willow I have to go. I'll call you when I get their I promise. I love you." I gave her one last hug. Then she pulled me in for one last kiss we would probably for at least six months.
"I love you too." She whispered in my ear before she walked over to where Scott was standing.
"Bye Kaycee, behave. I'll call you tomorrow. But call me when you get their. I don't care what time it is. I just want to make sure you made it okay." Scott said while hugging me good bye.
"Same here I don't care what time it is. Mom won't care just call as soon as you get to Matts. I love you. Bye baby." She started to cry.
I boarded the plane pulled out my psp, and put on my music so loud that I couldn't hear anything they were saying. So I just listened to music the whole time. Well that's what I hoped I would be doing. Until some one tapped me on the shoulder. So I opened my eyes and pulled out my head phones so I could hear the person. It was a guy. He was about 18 at the oldest.
"Can I help you?" I said with a full fledged rude ness.