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Chapter Four:
Plopping down at our usually table outside, I glanced over and wondered where in the world Marco was. I sighed, took out my sandwich and ate.
But then Craig caught my eye. Not in a loving romance kind of way, more in a "what the hell is he doing way." I mean, the looser sat there with a pair of safety scissors he had obviously stolen from some seventh grader rubbing them at his wrist with his eyes closed, flinching in fear. I couldn't help but laugh at this pathetic attempt of trying to cut himself; yeah, I know I'm horrible but it was funny. After all, the worst safety scissors could do was give you some little white scratches on your arms, real painful right? But from the look on his face you'd expect him to collapse at any given moment from excruciating pain. Yet at the same time, through all his stupidity, I couldn't of found him more adorable.
I sat down next to him. "Take it from someone who knows," I said, taking his scissors away. "This is not the way to deal."
He looked at me for a bit before finally saying, "I know, I know. Especially not with safety scissors right? Hmph. I-I'm crazy El, Ash just really knew how to screw me up ya know? Did you know, that when she left, Ellie, I wanted to run away? Run away from all my pathetic problems, escape it all. Didn't help that I hadn't taken my pills of course, but who needs those things anyways. What's the best they can do? Make me happy for a few minutes, maybe forget my problems until its morning again and I have to down another. Yeah, right. But, forget her anyways. Besides maybe I'm better off with out her. She always wanted to play nurse. "Did you take your meds, Craig? Did you take your meds?" Like I'm some kind of four year old who can't even-"
And I just looked at him, my head slanted to the side, nodding, nodding. Man, Craig can talk. He can just ramble on and on with out even truly saying anything. And that, that's a true skill.
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