STRANGER

Elle sat in the corner of her room with her head buried between her legs listening to their screams. Their words that sank right through her, piercing her heart, the screams and shouts got louder and louder, she was on the edge of going insane. This was something she hated. She couldn't stand their constant over looked discussions, and the prying in each other's neck. She grabbed her phone and went downstairs.

“Can’t you see what you’re doing to me?”

Elle shouted as her heart ached and tears slid down her cheeks, sinking into her pores stinging her as she tried wiping it away. She was meaningless to them, her dad punched the wall at every f*ck you that sprung from her mother's mouth.

Every day was a struggle to keep on fighting but she was only human after all, how much more could she take? How much more before she had finally lost her head? She was the biggest coward she'd every seen. She couldn't stop herself from hurting. No one could stop her at that moment, right there and right then. She was covered under an avalanche of pain.

She grabbed her shoes, opened the door and ran…..

Gasping like hell with a constant burning in her throat and an unexplainable hurt in her chest. She stopped and screamed out in pain, she couldn't handle it any more. Her feet gave up along with her vision.

Elle sat on the bench trying to grasp her breath as it slowly faded away. This was the first time in a while She felt this bad, she wanted to rip out her emotions and burned it, she wanted to feel something other than pain. She took out a blade from my pocket with the thought of draining out all the things she felt.

The thought of piercing the blade deep in her flesh replayed in her head like a catchy new song. Elle stared down on her hand in disbelief, it was like a book that was filled with notes, she had carved on every inch of her wrist, there was no more room for a new scar, every inch of her hand was covered with the beautiful designs she had created.

In order to cope with all her emotions, her parents and her judgmental self, she'd turned herself into a muse, a muse that only she could create beautiful masterpieces.

A part of her wanted to fight, fight for her happiness, fight for a fair chance of life but the other wanted to soak up every bit of pain she felt, so that she could feel the soft touches of reality. She knew that the way she expressed herself was stupid, she knew that if she'd continue, it would be the end of her, the end of it all but that's what she wanted; to stop feeling.

Tears gushed from her eyes as the song Train Wreck played repeatedly. She could feel every word, it made her felt things, it helped her released all the bottled up tears she held back, all the screams she shoved dead down. It was a position to her pain.

She gripped the blade tight in her hand thinking of all the ways this corrupted world broke her “I hate this!" She shouted gripping onto the blade even tighter, "Why can’t I just die?” she asked herself over and over.

“Excuse me miss, are you okay?”

Ell's heart burned with fear as she tried to force a smile and looked up. This wasn't exactly her. She hated socializing. Something about always made her uneasy, it always pulled anxiety over her.

“I’m okay,” she said making the biggest and cutest smile ever seen. He could see that she wasn't, he could see the fear in her eyes. He could see the tears running down her cheeks, he could see through her lies.

He grabbed her hand tightly in his with concern plastered over his face. He wanted to help her, he hated seeing people sad. It made him sad. He took the blade from her bony fingers “What did you do?”

He looked deep in her eyes. He knew what it was like to feel what she was feeling. He knew what it was like to be numbed. He knew her pain. He unzipped his bag and took out some bandages. He carefully placed her hand on the bench and bandaged her hand.

“All done," he said smiling. He moved closer to her and peeked at her face, the street light reflecting on her face, her tear drop collided with the light.

Such beautiful shown through pain. "You can cry, you can scream but you can’t die, I'm here to lend an ear.” His words were just what she wanted, something she longed to hear.

"Am I worth those words though?" She asked gazing in his face, feeling the cold wind on her cheek as she lifted her head.

He sat beside her with a curious look on his face. He felt pitiful towards her, he felt bad for her. He pointed at the sky wishing he could take away the pain she felt even for a day. That was him. He was always way too kind hearted and loving, something he wished he could change about himself.

“Do you believe in destiny?” She shook her head as a reply. She liked how she felt then. She liked the comfort he gave her. She liked his words. They made her feel things.

He pointed to the sky, "Look, the Sirius star. One day you’ll shine brighter than that star, just hold on,” he said smiling effortlessly, every bad memory and every bad feeling left her side.

Some called it butterflies, but whatever it was she could feel it, she felt euphoria. This was the first time in her life she'd ever felt this good. Feeling overwhelmed by the warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach, she got up and smiled “Thank you, I’ll be going now.”

Alone at home, his words lingered in her head as she went up the stairs “How could something or someone this dark and broken shine that bright?” She sat on my bed and looked at the bandage. Written in black ink was “Namjoon.”

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