I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU…
She walked in and started to walk down the hall to where she had spotted the bathroom, when his cane stood in her way. "I need to go to the bathroom!" She scoffed as she saw the hard look in his eyes; she knew he knew, and that scared her to death.
She grabbed his cane and pushed it down so it was no longer in her way, looking up into his eyes, showing him the glare that he so many times had given to others. "Sit!" he demanded in a steady yet forceful tone.
She stepped back and turned to walk back to the bathroom where she had intended to go. He stopped her again. "I'm really getting sick of this…" She turned to face him, her face full of anger.
He cocked his head to the side and starred straight into her eyes, searching her soul. "Yeah, I think I would be too if I were you." His eyes pried into her until she looked away and closed her eyes tight. She opened them and looked back to him, meeting his gaze. "What do you mean?" She said as her voice cracked and she felt her lip twitch as she could see his mind reeling.
"Cutting yourself, you should be sick of it by now." He said in a fatherly tone, which showed her there was no more messing around.
She tightened her hand in a fist and blood dripped to the floor making a pool where it gathered. It hurt but she knew it would be the last time she could hurt herself physically, and now the mental pain would sink in.
She opened her hand and watched as the blood spotted and ran down her fingers. Placing her hand on his she gripped tightly and let go leaving the sharp bloody razor to rest in his hands. She could see the fury flicker in his eyes as he watched the blood on her hand run from the new cut.
She turned her back to him and stood for a moment holding her hand closed tightly inside the other one, when she finally turned to face him and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"Don't lie to me…" he replied flatly and walked past her to his bedroom.
He sat on his bed and threw out the razor that she had placed in his hand. He stared at the blood that stay on his hand even after the razor was gone, her blood, he didn't want to ever have to see it again, but somehow he knew it wouldn't end here.
She let her body fall as she sunk to the ground and leaned all her weight against the wall. She touched the blood and remembered all the times she had seen her mom lock herself away in the bathroom, and when she would come out her wrist would be bandaged, and she had known all along what she was doing. And for some reason she always wanted to prove people wrong about her before; that she wasn't exactly like her mother, that she didn't have to drink, do drugs and lose all of her dignity. She wanted to be the complete opposite of her, only now that she was gone there was nothing for her to be the opposite of, except for everyone else. She decided that she would rebel against all the good things in life, since being the safe one never helped her out in life.
'Don't lie to me…" he had said. He was wrong, she was sorry; she just didn't know how to stop herself from doing it again.