SafeA Story by WriterGirl247247We all want a safe place.I drove home in tears. I sped despite the pouring rain. I didn't care anymore. I ran up to my apartment, barreled into my room, and collapsed onto my bed. I sobbed into my pillow, the one thing that understood me. Jason’s horrified face was etched into my mind. I wouldn't be able to get it out of my head. He had just stood there, staring at the scars that wrapped around my wrist. He didn't say anything. He froze with his mouth agape. But I knew what he was thinking, so he didn't need to say a word. I left immediately. Why didn't I explain? That the depression started after Mom died. That it was like sensory overload, and what I did was the only release. That I was cutting away the pain, not my skin. That I was better now. Why didn't I tell him? It was over. He saw the real me tonight. Who could ever love that? I cried nonstop for an hour, when a knock came from the door. I was too absorbed in my misery to wonder who it was. I sluggishly got up, went to the door, and opened it. Jason stood out in the hall. “What are you doing here?” I said, with an edge I didn’t mean to have. He stepped through the door and took me by the shoulders. His baby blue eyes gazed into mine. “Tess, I don't care whatever you did. All I care about is now, and making sure you never feel that way again.” Jason placed a soft kiss on my lips and pulled my into his arms. I squeezed him as hard as I could and cried again, but for a different reason now. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.
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