forum A Safe Place (A few more male characters would be nice)

Started July 07, 2018 by @Natasha

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Paige looked at the napkin and took it. "Why are you helping me?" she whispered, pressing it to her right arm.

“I don’t want you to go to a place that costs you a life.” He whispered

"You mean… I've thought about it, yes. But, I haven't told anyone…" That's a disgusting lie… Not of the truth is worse.

(Revenge!) (jk)
“I’d rather not lose anyone again.” He said almost silently

"A-Again?" Paige whispered hollowly.

“I just-“ Ryan tried to take a deep breath and control his raging emotions, “H-How do you cope?”

"I can't." Tara said. "But I find that a hug always helps."

“I-“ Ryan began but cut himself off and took a deep breath. He just need to shut himself off, just to get rid of all the noise, “I-I think there’s a lot more wrong with me than the doctors think and I don’t know what to do,” Ryan blurted, unsure of what he was saying before he actually said it.

"A-Again?" Paige whispered hollowly.

Cas stiffened “my sister. She used to.. to- you know and our dad found out about it. He… he just— I found her on her bed. She was tied down and was forced to bleed out of multiple cuts on her arms, legs, and neck.” He whispered

Tara nodded. "C'mon, let's go sit down so we can talk." She said. "Talking helps to." She said as she walked towards a couch. "Doctors can't be 100% right all the time." She said softly.

Ryan followed her quietly and sat down next to her, “Thank you,” He started, gluing his eyes to the floor.

Tara shrugged. "No problem." She pulled her legs close to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. "Can you try to tell me what you think is wrong? " She asked gently.

"A-Again?" Paige whispered hollowly.

Cas stiffened “my sister. She used to.. to- you know and our dad found out about it. He… he just— I found her on her bed. She was tied down and was forced to bleed out of multiple cuts on her arms, legs, and neck.” He whispered

Paige's fingers picked at the sleeves of her shirt. Her body craved it. It was an addiction. "I'm sorry…"

"A-Again?" Paige whispered hollowly.

Cas stiffened “my sister. She used to.. to- you know and our dad found out about it. He… he just— I found her on her bed. She was tied down and was forced to bleed out of multiple cuts on her arms, legs, and neck.” He whispered

Paige's fingers picked at the sleeves of her shirt. Her body craved it. It was an addiction. "I'm sorry…"

“Don’t be, you couldn’t have known.” He smiled sadly. “Please don’t cut?” He asked holding her wrists

"I…" Paige couldn't find the right words.

Tara shrugged. "No problem." She pulled her legs close to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. "Can you try to tell me what you think is wrong? " She asked gently.

“I-“ Ryan wouldn’t choke up this time. He wouldn’t, “I sometimes forget to feel. I sometimes don’t know who I am. I can’t quiet the noise,” Ryan tensed up, but forced himself to keep going, “And I’m scared. Of myself. I have thousands of personalities I can’t control. And I hate it how useless and wretched I can be and I know I push everyone away but I can’t stop-“ Ryan cut himself off from rambling, wringing his hands. He was afraid to meet Tara’s eyes.

"I…" Paige couldn't find the right words.

He let go of her wrists “I’m going to go find my room, but I’m going to take a souvenir from here first.” He said picking up her knife from where he saw her hide it

Tara but her lip and slid closer to Ryan. "This is not the end Ryan. This is not your death sentence. This is a chance for you to start a new chapter in your life, you can start again. Broken is different than dead." She whispered. "It might not feel like it now, but things are going to get better." Tears cascaded down her cheeks. "It's only your death sentence of you make it that."

“Sometimes I think that would be better,” Ryan and could stop himself from crying at his own self hate. His nails tore at his arm, but not enough to draw blood yet.

Tara shook her head. "It's not Ryan, it's not. I can't express how…." She hiccuped and turned her head away, clenching her jaw in an attempt to stop crying. "I know you have your issues. But that doesn't excuse your death. Death is a lomg-term solution to a short-term problem. Ryan, I still battle with trying to stay alive everyday. But you have to, too."

Ryan felt something about what she said resonate deep within him. And he nodded, trying to wipe at his eyes with his sleeve and he spoke quietly, “Thank you.”

(Gotta sleep, see you later!)

(Okies, see ya!)

Tara nodded. "Anytime."

"I…" Paige couldn't find the right words.

He let go of her wrists “I’m going to go find my room, but I’m going to take a souvenir from here first.” He said picking up her knife from where he saw her hide it

"No!" she blurted, unable to stop herself.