Celebrate the Way the Night Hides Scars

"Someone so beautiful. How could I have missed you?"
"I'm really quiet."
"Oh. So what brings you to this party."
"I'd rather not but... I'm killing myself after tonight," I say shyly.
"What? No! Why?"
"I'm worthless. No one will miss me. I feel that nobody cares. I know that nobody cares. I'm a mess, I'm a failure, I'm a mistake." I started crying. Vic took me upstairs and we sat on his bed.
"Listen to me. You're not worthless. You're not a mess, you're none of that. You're beautiful. I don't want you to kill yourself. Please. Don't do it. For me."
"I don't know. I've thought of this for a while and I think I'm goi--"
"For me."
"Okay," I sighed.
"Come on, let's go outside. I have something to show you!" he said as he took my hand. We ran down the stairs and out the back door. We were running and suddenly we were in the woods.
"Are you sure this is safe?"
"Please, I've been here several times. We're okay."
We stopped running and slowed down to a walk.
"You're really beautiful you know that?"
"Oh stop!"
"It's true!"
Soon, a clearing opened up. It didn't look like much, but it really was. There was an old box there. We walked over and Vic pulled out a blanket.
"Want a jacket?"
"Depends. Are you low on gas?"
We laughed.
"No thanks, I'm okay. But thanks for asking."
We spread out the blanket and laid down on it.
"Vic, can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"Vic, I cut," I said as I stood up. I showed him the scars that ran along my arm from my wrist to the end of my forearm. Vic helped me up and pulled me in for a hug. I never wanted to let go.
"I'm not going to tell you to stop, I'm going to help you through this," Vic said warmly.
"Okay."
Vic looked at his watch.
"It's 11:00. We should get you home. I don't want you to get in trouble."
"My parents don't care."
"I'll walk you home."
"If you want to," I said.
We walked until we reached my house.
I pulled out my house key and opened the door.
"Wanna come in? My parents won't mind," I asked Vic.
"Sure, why not?"
I grabbed his hand and took him to my room.
"This is my room! Nothing much really. Just a bed, a desk, a chair, a wall of posters, and stuff."
"Not bad." He walked over to my wall of posters. "Impressive."
"So yeah... this is my room..."
"Oh, it's getting late. Hey wanna hang out now that school's out?"
"Sure!"
"What time?"
"Whenever. I'm never busy."
"Okay, I'll see you here tomorrow at 9:00."
"Why so early?" I asked.
"More things said and done in more time."
"Okay."
"Oh hey what's your phone number?"
"Here I'll put it in,"
"That's what she said," Vic said as he laughed.
"Oh my god no! You did NOT just say that!" I said laughing. I walked him out and said
"You better text me!"
"I will!" he said back.
I was maintaining some kind of relationship with Vic.

Notes

exchange of phone numbers! yay! wow im lame... anyways, feedback!