I looked at my mom in surprise. She's letting me live with them. Woah. Did that really just happen? A huge grin spread across my face.
"Mom...you're sure about this right?"
"Alejhandra, get your ass upstairs and start packing before I change my mind." My mom says. I limped up the steps with the help of Dylan. I slowly went into my room and very carefully, pulled out two huge suitcases. Looking around in my closet I found all my clothes I wore before Josh...died. Should I try them on?
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go call my brothers to tell them about you living with us." He smiled. I nodded.
Once Dylan was out the door, I slowly took off my black jacket revealing my black tanktop underneath. I took a good look at my arms. They were covered in scars. I ran a hand up my right arm, feeling the unevenness arcross my skin. I stepped out of my closet and turned my back to the open door. Looking at the long bodylength mirror I slowly lifted up my shirt only till it was a few inches below my bra. I gasped. Did I give all these to myself? I counted about 58 on my stomach alone. I felt a cold hand run up my arm. I swiftly turned around. Dylan was there looking at my stomach and arms, and neck.
"Why did you do this to yourself?" He asked with sadness filling his voice.
"It-It felt like a relief."
"Cutting yourself to relieve your pain isn't good Alejhandra!"
My tears pooled in my eyes and betrayed me...again. He pulled me into a hug. I felt protected under here. Like he was my guardian angel.
"Please stop cutting yourself. Please for me Alejhandra." Dylan begged. I nodded in his chest.
"I'm sorry." I said, the tears streamed down my face. He kissed my forehead.
"It's ok. As long as you don't hurt yourself anymore."
"I won't. Promise." I said and backed up. I picked up my jacket and put it back on. I put my crutch down because I could walk without it. It was just there if I'm walking a distance. Dylan was about to open his mouth to protest but I put a finger up and shut up. I grinned at him. I pulled out loads of hangers and threw them on my bed.
"Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna help me?" I smiled. He chuckled. Dylan helped me with all my clothes then we went to my shoes and pulled out all my pairs of shoes(which weren't a lot because most where burned) and I picked some necklaces. I threw all my pictures in there. I didn't get the picture of Josh because I'm starting a new chapter in my life. I still love Josh, but he's gone...and he's never coming back. But Dylan's here and I love Dylan to death. This is the starting of my new life.