//Idek I wrote a thing and Idk who the other person should be Maxwell pulled up (name here)s sleeve. How long? He asked, his voice shaky. What do you mean? (He/she) replied. How long have you been doing this? Why are you doing this to yourself? Maxwell looked at (her/him) with a concerned look. He gently rubbed the scars with his thumb. Does it hurt? Does what hurt, the words or my arm? (He/she) laughed, Im fine. No you arent, youre just like me. You hurt, you feel pain, both physically and emotionally. You never tell anyone what you feel, and it hurts me that youre like me. Maxwell confessed. Im okay. (His/her) voice cracked. Stop doing this, you know you can tell me anything, any time and anywhere. Weve always told each other everything, except for this. Fine. You tell me first. (He/she) pulled (her/his) sleeve back down and looked up at Maxwell. My parents, they left me. You know that. That...hurt you? (He/she) questioned. Y-yeah. A lot, actually. He stated. But, you never knew them. (He/she) responded. They left me behind like I was nothing, they didnt care what happened to me, and they were supposed to be my family. Tears flooded his eyes to where everything he saw was just a blur. He shut his eyes and they ran down his face. You arent okay, neither am I. Were the same and we can help each other. (He/she) implied. Maxwell wiped his eyes with his hands and smiled at (him/her) before completely breaking down.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 01:13:00 +0000
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