The Only One I Need Is You

"Thanks, Man," my dad said to Jaime.
"No worries. It was my pleasure. The kid's awesome," he replied with a grin. They hugged and Jaime left, leaving me staring at the floor as my dad hugged me.
"Sweetheart, you know I miss her, too. I try to give you all I can," he said in a quiet voice.
"I know... I'm sorry. I just got upset, is all."
He kissed my forehead and I sat down on the couch while he rummaged through a few boxes of shit until he found the remote of the TV he had set up while I was gone.
He sat down next to me and we watched Adventure Time until I decided to go to bed, which wasn't until past midnight. Dad didn't care. It was the summer.
I went upstairs and saw that he had set all my furnishings and boxes in my room. I quietly shut the door and rummaged through the boxes until I found my box that I filled with a set of pajamas, blankets, a pillow, and my special box where I keep important things.
In it, I have a locket with a picture of my dad's band, and the other side has a picture of me when I was a baby with my mom and dad. It was my most cherished possession.
And last was a small Altoids box. In it were three small blades and two big blades. No one knew I cut. Not even my dad, who knew almost everything about me.
I didn't have any real friends besides my dad and his band mates. We just traveled too much.
I hadn't cut for a week now. The longest I had ever gone...
Suddenly I was leaning against my door so my dad wouldn't come in. I was slicing at my left wrist, my thighs, the inside of my mouth. I just felt so pitiful, like no one needed me and I was just a waste. Of time, of space, of money. I had put my dad through so much trouble.
I put it back and got up to go wash the blood off in the bathroom. I was looking in every room and accidentally walked in on my dad sleeping and quietly closed the door. There were just so many goddamned rooms. I finally found it and shut the door, forgetting to lock it.
I grabbed a towel and wet it while shaking. It took some effort, but I finally cleaned most of the scars on my thighs off. Only my wrist to go. It had had a towel sitting on it until now.
I heard a stir in the house, but just passed it off as my imagination. I gently lifted the towel off my wrist just as my dad walked in the bathroom to see my newly made scars facing up in the bathroom light.
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