A journey worth making
“Wow, it’s all right honey bear, it’s all right sweet heart.” Emmet hushed sympathetically putting his arm around my shoulder and holding me close. He had no idea why I was crying, he truly didn’t mind looking after me like I was on of the units patients; he truly didn’t mind doing anything for me.
I tried to control my crying quickly, I didn’t want to cry here no matter how bad I felt, I just wanted this bit over with once my legs where under bandages I could start to try and forget about them but right here right now they where very real, like a giant pulsing neon sign showing just how much I had lost control of my actions.
“I’m fine.” I stuttered holding my breath to keep back the tears “Lets just get this done with.” I moaned starting to wash off the blood on the other leg roughly making the cuts start to bleed again.
“Wow, wow, gentle,” Emmet said taking hold of my hands “You’re going to hurt your self doing it like that.”
“Oh and wouldn’t that be a tragedy!” I chirped sarcastically turning my head away so Emmet couldn’t see the tears fall from my eyes again.
“Yes, it would be, to cause you any unnecessary pain is a tragedy.” Emmet confirmed cupping one of his hands around the side of my face and pulling it back to look at his while wiping the tear drops off with his thumb.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything.” I whispered barley audible as more fresh tears took over me and fell down over my cheeks
“Esmee, this is bad OK, your right, you cut a lot here, more then you have done in a long time but it isn’t the end of the world. Don’t get me wrong I never want you to harm your self but I except that sometimes it happens and it has so don’t beat your self up about it. Lets patch these up and work on not letting it happen again. You can still beat self harm Esmee, so you might hit some bumps along the way, No one ever said the journy would be flawless or easy easy, but what I can tell you with out any doubt it is one worth making.”
I love your story Vikki!
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