“No, you always hurt me.” She sobs.
One thing I know is intoxicated people speak nothing but the truth, so is that how she feels? I mean I stay away from her to avoid hurting her but she’s telling me differently.
“Come on, get up so I can bandage your wrists for you.”
“No, leave me alone.” She gets to her feet, backing up from me. I grab her forcefully, and drag to the bathroom where I know a first aid box lies. I clean her wrists and bandage them, there’s no need but just to be safe. “There, does it hurt?” I peer down at her and she nods. “I’m sorry.” I can’t believe how many times I’ve apologised to this girl more times than I have in my life altogether. I don’t know what she took or what dosage but she’s a f*****g mess.
“Let me take you to your room.”
“No. I don’t want to sleep
