Last week, I finally got out the hospital. It is currently 4 p.m. which meant it was my daily visit to Tink. I rolled my wheel chair beside Tink, some of her scars were healing. That is a good sign, I think. I grabbed her wrist looking at her older scars before the newer ones. She carved hate into her wrist, it was three years ago; six months after we got together.
I stood by her stoop waiting for her as we were about to go on our six month anniversary date. I wore a black button-up and black jeans with a studded belt. She came out her house in a beautiful short puffy blue and black dress with a ribbon tied around her wrist. (This was her goth Lolita phase and my figuring out who I was.) I smiled and hugged her, then looked into her eyes and realized she just got finished crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I do not wanna talk about it." she responded.
I just put my arm around her as we were on our way to the restaurant. Her ribbon started to fall I saw some cuts; I grabbed her arm while she just froze.
"Tink why?" I asked on the verge of tears wondering why she would do this to her beautiful skin.
"I needed something to distract me from this." She took the ribbon off to show a bruise over her cuts that spelt out 'hate'.
I just gave her a hug because I just did not know what to do. I was only a 16 year old boy and she was only 14 year old girl.
"Tink, I think it is time for me to say I love you." I told her as I made myself vulnerable.
"I love you too." she responded.
"Please do not cut..."
She just cried and in that moment I knew this was going to be a life long battle; I was never going to stop fighting.
I cried by her bed side, knowing that I am still that scared 16 year old in a 19 year old body.
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I just want to be like my hero
Teen FictionHey I'm Tink. Yes, like the fairy. I play Rugby for my school, but honestly I just want to play music and be just like my hero Billie Joe Armstrong. My boyfriend is Victor and him and my best friends are the only people who care about me, but when I...
