November

The van picked her up right after me.
She was quiet at first; looking out the window, intently examining her chipped black nail polish.
Then she noticed me.
"You cut?" she asked, nodding to the thick bandages on my wrists.
"Yeah." I whispered.
She looked me in the eyes and gave a slow, soft smile.
"Me too," she said, "and we're gonna get better."
She held my hand for the rest of the ride. I didn't let go until we got there.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A short tale with a very good ending. When two people know the same pain. Healing can be understood. A excellent chapter.
Coyote

[Jacquie]

Any writing about cutting instantly draws me in. I have experience with this. So far, I really like your writing style :]

[Kyle]

OOOh. Nice again. I like the power! This is an incredibly serious and intense topic.

[Vanessa Rico]

Carter, I wish I could express so much emotion in so few words; alas, I cant. This was touching. You made me want to know more about these characters and their struggle to get better! Amazing!

[Celeste21]

This is so gently expressed but packed with so much emotion. Simple in words but not in thought.