Chapter 19: Your here

8:45 am, I didn't knew how long I had fallen asleep, and, the room was bright, the curtains wide open. I sat on the cold wooden floor, clutching Abigail pillow. It had our name embroidered on the side. I heard students sound, their muttering, their talks, footsteps, and their laughter. I still couldn't believe what had happened with her. I looked at my phone, which had hundreds of messages from Lucas. I turned it off, and, just, stared. Stared at the window, stared at the big mirror that was in front of me, just to see my creepy reflection. Puffed red eyes, dried skin, messy oily hairs. Smelly clothes, blood dotes on my shirt, and, scars all over my arms and forehead. I, took the mirror, and, eventually, broke it into pieces. I couldn't bear seeing the monster that I had become. I got up, and looked at the mirror that was in the bathroom. I remembered the days that we used to wash our face together, face masks, and doing our 10 steps skin care routine. I was so angry at myself, I was so, so, disgustes by myself, feeling and thoughts swirled in my mind that I snapped and punched the mirror with all my strength, that, it ended up shattering into million of tiny pieces, and, eventually hurting myself.

As I saw blood coming off my hand, I heard my phone buzzing. I picked it up to see Lucas calling me.

"Hi, what's wrong? " I asked.

"WHAT'S WRONG, YOU WENT OUT THE HOUSE, AND NEVER CAME BACK, I'M SO WORRIED, AND SO DOES EVERYONE IN THE MANSION, WHERE ARE YOU, DO YOU NEED ME TO PICK YOU UP, ARE YOU OKAY?! " he asked, with a high voice.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I'm coming" I said and hung up. I took a last look at the room, and, put Abigail's pillow in my backpack that I've left for months in the dorm. I also wrapped my hand and left the university. I was walking in the streets of Massachusetts, the people were walking past me, but, my head was filled with a lot of questions about everything that happened. I arrived at the mansion, and opened the door where I found Lucas standing in the corridor, looking at me. I didn't bear to make eye contact so I walked past through him when he caught my wrist.

"Where have you been, I'm worried sick" he asked.

"I was at the university dorm, just, taking something" I answered, he looked at my eyes, then, looked at my hand.

"Your bleeding, what happened? " he asked again.

"It's nothing, I just, cut myself with something sharp" I said, trying to walk away. But he grabbed me tight and carried me in his arms.

"PUT ME DOWN, I CAN WALK BY MYSELF" I screamed. Minutes later, we were in my room, and be was bandaging my hand properly. He looked so focused and calm as he bandaged my hand, and, after he finished, he kissed the palm of my hand and touched my cheek. He looked at me, and asked me for a second time, that what happened. I tried to explain everything, but, I ended up crying as he hugged me tight. I ended up crying in his arms and sleeping on his shoulder. I could feel the warmth of his face, as he carried me and put me in bed. He kissed me and slept next to me which made me feel secure.