Chapter 16
I can't do it. I have to cut. The urge is overwhelming. Naboo took the blade I gave him, and he's taken all of the razors from the bathroom and all of the knives from the kitchen. But there's one. Hidden, where no one else can find it.
I wait until Naboo leaves the room and I find the blade, then use it to slash again and again at my legs. I don't feel anything; I'm completely numb.
"Vincent." I freeze. "Put it down." I turn slowly. Naboo's glaring at me, his face thunderous.
"Naboo, I'm sorry, I just…"
"Don't make excuses Vincent." He interrupts. "How could you? You know that it's stupid and unsafe, but you still do it! Why? Anyway, you promised that you wouldn't! You gave me you word, Vincent. Vincent? Vince? What are you doing?" I'm curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth and shaking.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
"Vince, what are you doing?" His voice is soft now, and he's crouched down beside me. He touches my arm but I jerk away violently, snapping my head up to look at him. "Shh…calm down, Vince. It's fine, everything's fine, just calm down."
"I…you were…please don't, Naboo!"
"Don't what, Vince?" He looks genuinely confused.
"Don't hit me, Naboo, please!" I break down into huge, shaking sobs.
"Vince, why would I…" Then he realises. "Oh, Vince, I'm so sorry! I wouldn't hit you, ever!"
"But I'm horrible, and evil, and I deserve it!"
"No you don't. Come here." He pulls me into a hug. "I will never, ever hit you Vince. I promise. Ok?"
"Ok." I nod.