Standing Close To The Edge(Finished), Danielle Palmer [read books for money TXT] 📗

as the blood slide down my arm from the 5 new deep cuts. After about 10 minutes I got up and cleaned up the blood before covering up my arm in gauze and then an ace bandage. I walked into my room feeling satisfied. Carefully, I changed my shirt to a tank top and my pants to basketball shorts. I grabbed my phone from the living and turned it on loud so I could hear my alarm tomorrow. I had to get up at 10 for therapy that's at 12. After getting comfortable I instantly fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to my stupid alarm. I got up and got in the shower. I unbounded the wrap around my arm and washed the already healing cuts. When I got out I slipped into skinny jeans, a tank top and my black hoodie. I threw my hair up and put on a little eyeliner. After putting my shoes on and grabbing my phone, I ran out the apartment. I got to the bus stop right when the bus got there. I got my bus pass out of my pocket and payed before taking a seat in the back.
After getting off the bus I had to walk across the street to the building. I walked straight inside and up to the desk. “Hey Adrian. Miss. Paler is waiting for you.” The desk lady said. Everyone knew me here cause I’ve been going here for a year and a half. I walked down the hallway to the 5th door on the right. When I opened the door she was sitting at her desk on the phone. She pointed to the couch on the other side of the room and held up a finger. I nodded and walked over to the couch and sat down.
She finally said goodbye before grabbing her paper, pen, and walking over to the chair that was in front of the couch. “How are you today Adrian?” She pushed her glasses higher on her nose as she stared at me. “Fine.” I answered as I played with my sleeves. She sighed and put her paper on the table. She should know by now that I hate talking about my life. “Can you tell me something that happened since the last time I saw you?” She asked as she studied me. I sighed and leaned back. “My mom got married but I didn't find out till the next day.” She nodded and wrote something down before looking back up at me. Here comes the drilling.
“How does that make you feel?” The worst question invented.
“Fine.”
“Have the nightmares got any worse?”
I thought about it before shaking my head. Every night I had the same nightmare. The guy that kidnapped me came back, even though he isn't alive anymore, and killed me. He always said the same thing before stabbing me in the heart. “You are mine and if I can't have you. No one will.” Last night was the first night in a long time that I didn't dream. Not even did I wake up screaming or sweating. “I actually didn't dream last night.” She nodded and wrote some more things down before asking about other things.
20 minutes later my session was over. I found out that Miss. Paler was moving. She told me that if I felt like I needed someone to talk to I could always call her. It was kind of a relief that I was over with therapy. I hated talking to people about my problems and just have them feeling bad for me. I might get worse if I don't go talk to someone but it's whatever. The way home was a lot faster than the way there. When I got home it was only 3:30. I made lunch and watched a movie.
Halfway through the movie there was a knock at the door. I was hesitant to answer until I look through the peephole. Danielle, Liam's girlfriend, was standing there on my porch step. She had her purse in one hand and a large black duffel bag. I opened the door and she smiled at me. “Come in.” I said smiling back. She said a quick thank you and sat on my couch. “I'm not trying to be mean but why are you here?” I asked after I got settled next to her. “I'm here to take you to the guys concert and before you say anything I have an extra ticket.” She smiled as she pulled the tickets out her purse. “Why did you want me to go?” I asked as she shoved the tickets back in her purse. “Zayn has not stopped talking about you so me and the guys are surprising him with you.”
“W-what? Why would he be talking about me?” I asked as I blushed deeply. I didn't understand why he would talk about me out of everyone in the world. He was a freaking celebrity. He could have anyone he wanted. He was also sexy so that's a plus. “I think he likes you. Only if you knew each other for only 2 hours I think it was like love at first sight. I have never seen him like this.” She smiled and shook her head before continuing “Like how Liam looks at me.” She finished looking at her feet. I could see a tint of pink on her cheeks.
Liam and Danielle were by far the cutest couple ever. I wished a guy would look at me like that. He looked at her with love clear in his eyes. There was no way Zayn looked at me with love. I had only known him for what? 2 hours? There was just no way. I did want to go to the concert tonight though. I had always wanted to see them singe live. But there was a problem. What if people started getting the wrong idea. I was stopped with him at a restaurant and now people would see me at his concert sitting next to Danielle. What the hell. Who cares?
“I'll go with you.” I said smiling. She smiled bright before grabbing my hand and pulling me into the bathroom. “Yay! Were getting ready together and then we have to call one of Paul's body guards to come get us.” I looked at her confused. “Why? We can't- Oh wait never mind.” She smiled and nodded when she knew I got it. We had to have a body guard with us because we could be attacked cause people knew who she was and I pretty sure Liam wants her safe. Plus people might not like that I was seen with Zayn so we had to be on the safe side.
She decided that we will do our hair and makeup first before picking out our outfits. “We should only put a little makeup on you cause you have natural beauty.” She said as she started pulling out her makeup bags from the duffel bag. “You should only wear a little to cause you don't need any at all.” She smiled and thanked me before agreeing. After she put only light eyeshadow and a little bit of eyeliner and mascara on me she curled my hair. I sat in the bathroom while she did her makeup and hair. It only took her 30 minutes for both.
“Can I pick out your outfit?” She asked as we walked into my room. I hesitantly nodded and pointed to my walk in closet. She squealed and ran to my closet before going through everything. I sat on my bed and waited for her. 10 minutes later she walked out with a black ruffly tank-top and light wash skinny jeans with my full black vans. I instantly shook my head. There was no way I was wearing a tank-top or ever a short sleeved shirt. I couldn't let anyone see my wrists. “Why can't you wear this? It's a cute outfit.” She said disappointed.
I held up my finger and walked around her into the closet. I looked for a sec before grabbing my long sleeved black v-neck shirt. “Can I wear this instead?” She looked at it a sec and shook her head. She held the tank-top back in my face. “It's going to be hot. Were in the seats in front of the stage. Why do you always were long sleeves?” I looked at the floor trying to think of something. “I just um-I just hate my arms.” I turned away from her and walked over to the bed. She sat next to me and looked at me.
“Tell me the real reason.” She was good but I wasn't a good liar anyways. It was like I had known her for years but I had only known her since yesterday. I sighed. There was no way I would tell her the real reason. No way in hell. “I feel uncomfortable in anything but long sleeves.” I didn't mean it to but it came out a question. She sighed and shook her head. “I won't judge you. Just trust me. I won't tell a soul.” I gave up and sighed deeply. What else was I supposed to tell her? She wouldn't give up and maybe she won't judge me.
I slowly turned away from her, pulled up my sleeves and turned back to her. I closed my eyes keeping the tears in as I heard her gasp. She grabbed my wrist and started tracing the scars all up my arms. As she got to the new ones on my left arm I winced. She instantly pulled back and started apologizing. I told her it was fine and the room fell silent. She was the one to break the silence “How long have you been doing it for?” I thought for a second before answering. “Since I was 14.” She nodded and looked at her feet. “Do you mind me asking why you started?”
“No it's ok. I've just had a very rough life I guess.”
“Wanna talk about it?” She asked as she put her hand on my thigh a reassuring way.
“Long story short um I was kidnapped when I was 14 for about 5 months. They abused and raped me everyday. Then when I got back I've had nightmares every night. My dad died 6 months ago from a heart attack. My bestfriend died a month ago from cancer and he was the only one ever there for me. Me and my mom don't really get along so she didn't give me any of my dads money he left behind. She kicked me out of the house so I had to drop out of school and get my G.E.D so I could pay my bills. Come to find out she got remarried and I wasn't invited that's why I left dinner yesterday.” When I was done I was all out of breath.
“I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I understand now. Oh my um- I'm sorry.” She sniffed and only then did I realize were both crying. I laughed and she joined as we tried fixing our makeup. “Don't feel bad. It's not yours or anyone's fault.” She nodded and pulled me in for a hug. After a few minutes pulled back and laughed again. “We should get dressed. The concert starts in 2 hours and we still have to get all the way there.” I nodded and left her in the bathroom to change will I went to my room to change.

Getting through all the traffic was hectic. I ended up having to tell the driver the back way so we could get there quicker. We ended up at the back of the stadium and were lucky no fans had found it. The door was locked so while Danielle was watching our back I