Battle Scars

*Michael*

I watched as the color drained Angelina's face.

Was she not happy for Ash?

"Angie- what's wrong?" I asked.

"N-nothing..." She whispered.

I could tell Ashton was hurt that she wasn't happy for him.

"Are you not happy for me?" Ashton whispered.

"W-whaaaat? No! I mean y-yes! I am h-happy Ashton! J-just still in sh-shock!" She rushed.

Lies. All lies.

And the boys bough it all- except me.

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"Angie?" I whispered in her ear, "can we talk?"

She nodded her head and pulled me upstairs.

"What's up?" She asked.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." I narrowed my eyes.

She held her hands up in surrender.

"Ash was really hurt that you weren't happy for him." I frowned, "why?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Yes- it does." I said

"No, just drop it."

"Tell me Angie!" I urged.

"I love him okay?!" She shouted.

Her face flushed while my eyes widened.

"I love Ashton." She whispered as more years fell.

"Y-you l-love him?!?!" I shouted/whispered.

She nodded her head, "But- I should've known he would never want someone like me. He deserves someone pretty, skinny, and who doesn't cut-" her hand flew up and covered her mouth.

"What?!" I yelled.

"N-n-nothing.." She winced.

"How come you never told me you cut?!" I shouted.

Her hand covered my mouth.

"Shut up Mickey! They can hear you!"

I sighed and held my hands open, "let me see."

"What?"

"Let. Me. See."

She wiped a few of her tears away and then let me roll up her sleeves. I choked out a sob after I saw her arms. She had cuts that may have been done yesterday- along with thousands of scars going vertically, horizontally, and diagonally.

I fell to my knees and cried.

"I-I'm s-s-s-so sorry M-Mickey." She sobbed next to me.

Notes

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