A/N : Okay so I know I get atleast 100 hits on each chapter, because I have a hit counter thingy ma bobber, sooo I would like atleast 10 reviews on this chapter or I wont update k? k… : )

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Mira POV

"You have really pretty eye's" He told me after we had woke up, neither of us had moved since waking up.

"So do you," I responded, I took this chance to really look at his eye's, they were perfect hazel. I traced the bags under his eye's so softly. "Why don't you sleep?" I asked him curiously dropping my hand from his face.

"I have insomnia, last night, I watched you sleep for about three hours," He laughed at himself.

"I bet I drool don't I?" I hid my face in the pillow, I felt ashamed of myself. I embarassed myself, I don't even know why I- my thoughts were cut short.

"No, you don't, you look angelic when you sleep," He played with my hair.

I just smiled up at him. "I love your smile," He told me.

"I love your smile too-" I was about to continue my sentence when my phone on the night stand went off.

"It's probably kelly," was all I said before going to pick it up.

I didn't even look at the caller ID before pickig it up.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Mirabelle good morning," That voice that voice that haunted me.

Flashback: I was 20 and he was 25 … "Why isn't this house clean!" He yelled at me. "I was grocery shopping and Christmas shopping all day," I had replied. "Buying what junk food so you can continue to be ugly!" He yelled at me, he had me pushed up against a wall. "Please calm down, I'll do it all tomorrow, I – I just had errands to run was all," I put my hands on his chest and he swatted them away. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" He groweld smacking me in the fance, I fell to the ground. He continued to hit me and punch me.

End of flashback.

"I told you I can defend myself now, so leave me ALONE!" I screamed this time, I couldn't help it, all my fear all my hurt all my anger came back, I threw my phone at the wall, it smashed.

"Babe," He pulled me into him. "I need to use the bathroom," I got up, grabbed my purse and headed to the bathroom.

I locked the door and sat in the bath tub,

I pulled out my razor from my bag, I needed to get away from this pain, the pain in my emotions was too much for me to handle, I cut, after I had told myself I wouldn't anymore, I did.

I cut deep.

The blood fell onto my jogging pants and into the bath tub. I had cut deeper then I planned.

"Mira," Phil knocked on the door. I was crying hard at this point, I don't understand why anymore.

"I'll be out- s-s-soon," I chocked back some tears.

"Mira I will kick this door down if you don't open it in five seconds," He told me.

I got up, hid my wrist and opened the door.

"I'm just using the toilet can I have a minute?" I asked him.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He forced the door open, first his eyes hit the tub, it had drips of blood, then my pants. He grabbed my hand, blood dripping onto his hand.

"Mira," He opened the medicine cabinet and tapped up my wrist. When he was done he looked at me.

"I want to help you," He told me. "Next time you want to do this to yourself please, tell me and I will help you,"

After all these years of feeling alone, and feeling hated and feeling ugly and gross to myself, I sat here with someone that wanted me…