Warning for self-harm
One week later, me and Cat we´re discharged from the hospital. We could be healed physically, but the mental damage was still here and was being a painful and slow process of healing mainly for Cat. She told me that every night we we´re on the hospital she woke up terrified. So we decided to sleep with each other on my bed, but it was useless because the two following days she always had nightmares.
I had nightmares too, but my nightmare was of watching Cat being helplessly violated by that fat guy.
Every time she woke up screaming I embraced her tight and placated her with soft words so she could sleep again. I always waited for Cat to sleep first so I could rest a bit as well, but or I was awaked by my own nightmares of by Cat´s screams.
I opened my eyes once again because Cat was shrieking and struggling in my arms. I embraced her, attempting to wrench her from her nightmare's clutches.
-Cat wake up! It´s just a nightmare, you're safe!
Cat held me tightly, sobbing incoherently.
-I'm here. You're safe with me... -I said softly.
It took some minutes for Cat to return to reality. I caressed her cheek.
-Sam… it was horrible. -her voice was dry.
-Calm down…I´m here for you.
I cradled her closer. I couldn´t stop my own tears from falling, but I wasn´t crying because of me, but because of Cat, I didn't really know if she will stand this much longer.
She finally fell asleep on my chest. I rest my head against the pillow and closed my eyes, falling asleep until the morning.
It was already 7 am. Most of the time I sleep until 8 but I couldn´t sleep more. I noticed that the part of the bed next to me was empty. Cat was gone. I stood up quickly and got out of the bedroom. I saw Cat sat on the kitchen stool with her pear phone on her hands.
-Hey Cat? Are you okay?
She looked at me and I noticed her eyes we´re red. She had been crying.
-Yeah, I´m okay…
-We´re you talking to someone?
-Yeah. My parents called me.
-And what did they want? -I asked while getting some milk from the fridge.
-Nothing important.
She didn´t want to talk that much about these subject so I didn´t push her. If she didn´t felt comfortable to talk about it, she´s in her right.
-So, you're not going to school?
-No I´m scared that if I go alone someone catches me.
-I could have taken you, if you wanted.
-I know, but I think I´m not prepared for getting out.
I placed my hand on her shoulder.
-Cat your strong, you will get through this.
She gave me a small and weak smile.
-Your scared if I go away for 10 minutes? I wanted to buy fried chicken.
-Go, don´t stay here because of me. I will be alright. I hope.
-If it makes you feel better, I will close the door and every window. Nobody will get in here.
-Thank you Sam.
-Your welcome.
I went to fulfil my promise and then I left. I was sure Cat would be alright. But I was so wrong…
I couldn´t take this anymore. I was so glad Sam left, because I thought I would explode. I needed something to take away this pain on my chest. My dad…he was so mean to me…he didn´t care about me, I should just disappear.
I run to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from a drawer. Then I shoved myself on the bathroom and sat on the ground. I started cutting my hands, and then my wrists. There was so much blood, the cuts weren´t deep, but there was much blood everywhere. Then I heard something.
-Kid I´m home! And I bring chicken! Where are you? -it was Sam.
Dang it, I forgot to lock the door.
Sam opened the door and looked at me in pure shock.
-CAT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Shit! -she screamed and fell on her knees next to me.
I didn´t say nothing, I hadn´t the force to argue.
She held both of my hands and then looked at me concerned.
-Where do we have the bandages?
I just made a glare to the drawer, and Sam received the message.
I didn´t say a word all the time she was taking care of me.
When she finished she looked at me skeptically.
-Why did you do this Cat? What happened? Before I left everything was okay.
-No… it wasn´t.
-What did your parents wanted? -I heard she asking, it looked like she was reaching the bottom of the matter.
-My dad…called me, but I thought it was to support me, but I was wrong.
He told me that I could have avoided it. That the fault is all yours and mine, because I always follow you in everything.
-What? How could you father say such things?
-I don´t know. He is always mean to me.
I started crying I couldn´t stand this anymore…
I felt her hand on my shoulder.
-Cat don´t do this ever again…don´t try to kill yourself please? -her eyes we´re so disappointed and sad.
-Why do you care so much?
-Because I love you. -she embraced me tightly.
-I love you too…
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