Damon | Blacks | Secret

7 | Let Me Breathe In Your Climax

What do I do to get closer to someone?

What?

I like this guy, I used to hate him but now, I think I like him.

I don’t know, It’s four in the morning.

I can’t sleep.

So, you decide to annoy me?

How’s the girl you like?

I think we are getting closer, she tried to kiss me yesterday.

I paused. No.

Tried?

It was in the moment, but then we got stopped by police.

No. No. No. No…Damon?

What’s her name?

Sophia.

Damon?

Sophia?

No way.

I press on the face time video, and within seconds it was answered. I gasped and covered my face when Damon’s face showed. “No f*****g way, it’s you?” I whispered.

“No, its ghost answering the call, you have my phone this entire time?” His deep tired voice answers, I chuckle and cuddle up in my bed, holding his phone outstretched in my hands.

“I knew you sounded familiar, you’re even a dickhead when you text.”

“I thought you misjudged me.”

“To a certain extent.” His fingers rush through his hair, as his white teeth show due to a small smile. “So, what do you like about me? Oh wait, I remember, I’m different, but I’m out of bounds.”

“Sophia, I didn’t know it was you, otherwise I wouldn’t have said a thing.”

“Well, do you?” I took the chance in asking, his face flushed in the pillow. His hair flowing and resting perfectly.

“Do I what?”

“Like me?” He paused for a moment, his eyes examining my face.

“You know we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because Jake’s my best friend. You’re out of bounds Sophia, I shouldn’t even be talking to you. Look, I will pick my phone up at school tomorrow. Goodnight.” And with that, the call ended. I paused staring down at the phone before throwing it to the side.

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One last one. I hold onto the toilet seat, brushing my hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way. My mother forced me to sit down and eat breakfast with her, I didn’t eat anything yesterday, and now I couldn’t even hold in bread. What on earth was I doing? Why was I doing this to myself, yet again. After many attempts to stand up, I finally did it. Pressing down onto the flush button.

I wash my hands and brush my teeth before making my outside, a few more weeks until this term ends and one week holiday is needed. “Bye mum!”

“Jake isn’t coming to school; he has a dentist appointment for his crooked teeth.” I hear rushed footsteps; my mother finds me and hands me my lunch. She kisses my cheeks as I thank her before setting off.

Skating down my usual way, I was already a few hours late to the assembly. The moment I see the school gates, I took of my skateboard and ran the fastest I could. “You are late Sophia!”

“I’m sorry, Mrs James!” I shout back before pushing open the door to the assembly. I notice all the heads turn to me as the teachers down at the stage continue speaking. I find a seat in the middle where Luke waved me. I shove my bag underneath my legs and my skateboard.

“This week assembly goes to Catherine Evans and her group. Speaking about issues.” Everyone claps for them; Luke rolls his eyes whispering for help as I slowly push him laughing.

“She’s probably going to talk about how Starbucks put the wrong foam on her drink.”

“It would be that or how Victoria secret allowed her to model but she ‘didn’t’ want to.” I added. Catherine walks on the stage, her minions besides her. I look around and catch him. Damon, staring ahead of him with a girl in his arms. I feel something in my heart tingle, just yesterday we were about to kiss and now he has another girl?

“So, we are here to talk about eating disorders.” My head snaps to Catherine. Luke shuffle weirdly besides me. “You know when people decide to starve themselves. Here are a few pictures of the before and after an eating disorder.” No. Catherine gives me a sinister smirk, I shake my head before the photos were up.

Of me.

“Here’s example one.” A picture showed of me, I remember taking that. I was fat, hideous, ugly. And I was wearing nothing but my underwear. “And this is what happens when you decide to starve yourself,” Luke grabs onto my hands. The second photo showed. Of me skinny, so skinny you could see my bones. Everyone faced me.

“That is enough Catherine!” I hear Mrs James shout.

“And here’s a video after vomiting.” I shake my head, feeling tears leaving my eyes. This is why my phone went a wire. I stutter on my breaths as Mrs James rushes towards the projector. But it was late, I see myself holding a camera as I set it down on the floor.

“I feel like killing myself, and now I’m being sent to some f*****g hospital because I can’t even hold down food-”

“Come on Sophia, let’s go.”

 Luke whispers, he grabs my things and lifts me up. Everyone stares at me before the video stops. I exit the assembly in shame and into a spare classroom, and before I know it. I break down in my heart. I stutter on my tears; Luke drops our stuff and presses my head into his chest. His hands rushing through my hair.

How could someone do this to a person? Have they got no feelings? Have they no shame and respect for themselves, I am not only embarrassed for me but for her.

 And to say thank god Luke is here otherwise god knows what I would do. Damon. He saw. Everyone saw. Not only that, but I saw. I saw how I became, and how far I have come. “Sophia.” I hear a profound, deep voice call. I didn’t even need to turn to know who it was.

“I will give you both a minute.” Luke said, as he leaves the room.

“Can you get out?” I whisper.

“Sophia, she embarrassed herself, Sophia.” I notice him getting closer to me, tears came as if my pain had at last condensed into a deluge of rain. Tears came as if, at long last, my accumulated ocean of brine was trickling through.

 Damon lifts up my face, both hands on either cheek before his thumb wipes away my tears. “What she did, just showed everyone how strong you are. Look from where you got to where you are. You, Sophia, are the strongest person I know.”

It was as if his words were a plaster to my sadness, his plasters. His brand of them, he knew exactly what to say, when to say it. My lips quiver slightly, I wipe my nose before Damon pushes my glasses over the bridge of my nose. “You have something she yearns to have.” I glance up at him.

“Tienes poder, princesa.” He whispers, the slow melodic of his voice toned down. He soothes me down by stroking my cheeks, his nose touching my forehead. I rest my hands on his wrist, calming down my breathing. “Tu bondad es tu poder.”

[You have power, princess.]

[Your kindness is your power.]

I didn’t want to move from this spot, I didn’t want to step away form him. All I smelt was his perfume, or was it his natural body scent. Wood and cinnamon. He smelt perfect. Perfect to me. His chocolate-coloured eyes infuse with my own, his mouth inches away from my own.

“This is not a f**k club; this is a chess club. Now exit the room.”