encouraged you to go. You had the strength the whole time.”
“Either way, thank you.” When we got to my door, there was a sock tied around it. I rolled my eyes. “Great.”
Aiden pulled out his phone. “It's one in the morning. Your roommate is very inconsiderate.”
I laughed. His words were true. Though, I'm pretty sure my roommate thought I was weird, and didn't care where I slept as long as it wasn't near her.
“ Come on,” he said, putting his arm around me. “You can come hang out in my room for a while.”
I started to stop him. “No, it's ok. I don't want to be a bother. I can hang out on the roof. Certainly they won't be at it all night.”
“You are not staying on the roof, Roxy. I insist you come with me,” he grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him. I didn't put up much of a fight. As much as I hated to admit it, I wanted to spend more time with Aiden.
I followed him up the stairway, down the hallway and into his dorm room. Once inside, I looked around. Half of the room looked like a tornado had came through. There were clothes, empty fast food bags, and lots of other trash was covering the floor. The other side, Aiden's side, was clean... very clean. His bed was even made. Though it was very plain, white blankets and sheets, no pictures, nothing.
“Sorry about his mess,” he apologized. “Gary doesn't like to pick up after himself.”
“ Somehow, after meeting your roommate, I kind of expected it to be a mess,” I laughed.
“ You looked like you had fun with him.” I could hear the slightest bit of jealousy in his voice.
“ I did,” I laughed. “He's a terrible dancer, but he's a very deep thinker. I didn't expect it.”
“ Did you have fun with me?”
I paused, and really thought about my answer. The truth was, I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun. “Yeah, I did.”
“Me too. You're kind of amazing.” He smiled, and I couldn't help but think about how wonderful his smile was.
“ Kind of ?” I joked.
He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Roxy. You know you're great.”
I suddenly felt naked. I wasn't sure how to take his compliment. After being put down my whole life, it was hard for me to understand why anybody, especially Aiden, would say something so nice about me. I didn't feel like I deserved it.
I looked down at my arms. The black ink was starting to wear off. I hadn't written on them since earlier that morning, and that was the longest I had ever gone without writing on them. I felt my hands twitch. I needed a pen.
“Are you ok?” Aiden looked at me with concern.
I was having problems breathing, and was starting to feel light headed. I knew that I was having a panic attack. I desperately needed to get out of this small dorm room.
“Roxy.” Aiden was in front of me. “Just breathe.”
I stood at the front door that led into me and my mom's tiny apartment. I wouldn't call it “home”, because truthfully, I never felt like I had a home. Just a place to sleep.
I was scared to open the door, scared of what I would find. Everyday was always different. Would today be loving mom? Or would she be the one who hated me? Maybe she would even be cationic... I loved those days, where she just sat and stared out the window, not talking. It was almost a relief. But those days didn't come often.
I took a deep breathe and finally opened the front door. I was surprised that the living room was clean. Which meant that loving mom must be back. It smelled like lemon pledge, and cookies inside.
“ Emma!” my mom rushed over to me, and gently hugged me. “How was your day at school?”
My voice was tight as I replied. “It was good.”
She looked down at my arm. There was a cut that went from my elbow to my hand. It wasn't too deep, so it probably wouldn't scar, but it still hurt like hell.
“ What happened to your arm?” she asked.
I cringed thinking about my mom cutting me. She smeared my blood on the windows to “keep away the demons”. But, I
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