Chapter 2
-S.P.O.V.
We finally got to the loft and Bill knocked on the door. Gustav answered looking straight at me asking Tom "who is this?" "Her names Simone" he said "and we'll explain everything soon as soon as we get inside and get her cleaned up." "Alright?" "Alright" he replied.
Bill sat me on the toilet lid and pulled out the make-up remover, hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, and a wash cloth. He asked "Which do I want to remove first the make-up or the blood?" "Umm the blood I guess" I reply. So Bill put some hot water in the sink and wiped away the blood then the make-up and then he cleaned up my cut he put a Band-Aid on it. He then put away the cleaning/healing products. Then he turned around and was surprised at how beautiful I actually am without any make-up.
-B. P.O.V
"Come on let's go out there now" I quickly said. "It's getting very warm you can take your hoodie off also; alright?" "Alright" she nodded a little. I noticed that she was very cautious of her wrists and that got the wheels turning in my head. I handed over her bag and she shoved her hoodie in there. Then she put it on her back and followed me out into the living room.
-S.P.O.V
Georg and Tom make room for me on the couch and have me sit in the middle of them. Then they tell me to tell them about myself. So I say "My name is Simone I'm 16 years old I ran away because my parents are always arguing 24/7. This drove me to insanity. I did something's that I regret; my twin brother died 2 years ago due to cancer. I've always had this bag packed and a window that never closed. I know how to deal with weird people. So yeah I ran away and now I'm here". Bill handed me a folded up paper that had two question's on it. He noticed the look on my face and said to answer truthfully. I unfold it and see them: 1) Do you cut your wrists? And 2) and is it because of the arguing and your brother? I write down Yes to both. I quickly fold it up and give it to him staring in the warm brown eyes that are full of kindness, love and hope as I give it to him.
"Any questions" I say breaking our gaze. Georg asks "if I ever got any sleep there". I say "rarely like 2 hours". Tom is next he says "2 questions- "The first you dealt with weird people?" "Yes" I reply. "Next question what happened to your face?" "Oh the cut I got slapped by someone and the person was wearing a ring and it cut me." Gustav had one last question "are you hungry?" "Starving" I reply. Bill makes me up a bowl of cereal which I gobble down. Georg sits there in astonishment and Tom then says "we might have someone who can beat you in how fast and how much food is packed away". "Very funny Tom" he replies. I poke him in the arm for that comment.
So I put my bowl in the sink and say "I don't mean to be a bother but where can I sleep"? Bill leads me to a room which actually is his and says "in here". "Are you sure" I ask him. "Yes" he replies. "The couch bed is very comfortable". "Okay' I give him a hug and whisper in his ear "thank-you so much" "your welcome he replies" I'll get you up in the morning. Okay I say.
-B.P.O.V
"Okay everybody too bed I'm tired and I'm sleeping in here". They all groan at me and leave me too make my bed up. The G's laughing and Tom smiling I tell him "shut-up Tom" he just sing-songs "somebodies in love" I punch him and make up my bed.
-S.P.O.V
I hear Tom teasing Bill then him getting hit in the gut. I roll my eyes reach into my bag get out shorts and a tank-top put them on and climb into bed and fall asleep instantly. I was woken up very nicely by someone who was rubbing my back. I look at the alarm clock and it reads 5:00 A.M. I turn around very quickly and look upon Georg's face I ask "what are you doing?" "You were crying and I was making sure that you're okay". "Oh well thank-you" I say "I am okay just a nightmare". (This is a lie more like remembering my brother's death in my sleep). So I fall back asleep for a long time.
-B.P.O.V
I decide it's time to wake her up its noon so I go in there with a coffee and I stroke her arm she stretches and looks at the clock which reads 12:00 p.m. "Good – Morning Sleeping Beauty" I say. She replies "Morning, can you try tomorrow?" "I would but I can't" I say." Okay" is her reply. "Here is some coffee for you and I want to talk to you is that alright?" "Yeah" she replies. "Well I want to take a look at your wrists". "No one else will know but they need to heal, Okay?" I tell her. She nods sipping her coffee. "Um can I go put some sugar in this?" I say yes you may". "Thanks" she replies.
-S.P.O.V
I go into the kitchen with Bill's words echoing in my head "they have to heal". Georg surprises me and says "Good Morning are you okay?" "Uh yeah" snapping away from my thoughts "I'm fine quickly remembering my wrists and 5 a.m. I get the sugar and say "excuse me" "Yes you may go" is his reply but he didn't move instead he puts down my coffee cup and embraces me in a hug as he knew my nightmare from early hours this morning. I hug him back then leave taking my coffee with me. I walk back into the room and see Bill starting to make the bed. I put down my mug and ask "you've not really done this have you?" "No not really" he says. I give him a half smile and help him. He says "to sit down and drink the coffee that I made especially for you". "Thanks" I reply.
-B.P.O.V.
I decide to get straight to the point and ask "Why did you start?" "Cutting" she asks. I nod she takes a deep breath and says "After my twin brother was diagnosed for two years he hated his life and he told the doctors to pull the plug so they did and so for the past 2 years which was also around the time the arguing got really bad and went on forever I had no one to talk too. I dint know how to deal with it so I took care of it the only way I thought what seemed the best way possible. If it wasn't for your music I would be where my brother is." "Where's that?" I ask. She says "6 feet in the ground." "Wow" is all I can say. "I'm so sorry". "It's alright" she says running her hand through her hair which is cut to a jaw-length bob but styled differently. (I think it suits her very well).
-S.P.O.V
"Well give me a wrist" he says. So I lay one my left one in his hand. He goes to unclip the gauze when Tom calls "Bill have you seen the chaotic schedule coming up for this month?" He says "no I haven't" still holding my wrist. Tom comes in and sees the situation and asks "what happened?" I look at Bill with pleading eyes that say don't make me answer. So he tells him everything for me. Tom says a cuss word in German and hands Bill the schedule.
"Well let's take a look at your wrists now" he says. "Okay" I say. He unclips it I close my blocking tears and taking deep breaths. Bill's reaction is "wow this looks painful". I decide to open my eyes and as I do tears fall silently. He cleans it with peroxide, etc. Then he puts on some antibiotic. Then he moves to the next wrist I take deep breaths knowing this one will be much bloodier and worse it's the one with the deepest scares I think to myself. He unwraps it accidently squeezing on accident as he turns it around then asks "were these from your brother's death?" I nod. He cleans it up then puts on some antibiotic and fresh gauze on this one. I say "thank-you". "No problem" he says. "Give me your knife" I do he takes them and leaves. I grab my bag and dig out jeans; t-shirt and underwear then go to take a shower.
/30 minutes later/
-Georg P.O.V
I knock on the bathroom door and hear the water turn off and Simone asks "who's there?" I say "It's me Georg are you okay? You've been in there for a long time" There's silence on the other side then she says "Yeah I'm almost done"
-S.P.O.V
I get out and get dressed, clean up and come out finger combing my hair. Bill calls down the hallway for me to come to the living room. So I go and he says "we have a chaotic schedule coming up this month and we can't worry about another person as much as I would love to take you with us; do you mind staying here?" I tell him "no not at all". "Thank-you so much oh before I forget I want to do something with you". "What's that" me and Tom ask at the same time? "I want to take a picture of your wrists". "Why?" I say. "So that it's a way to remember how much such a young person can go through." "Okay" I say "let's do it."
