This is so awkward. He's just sitting on my bed waiting for me to say something and vise versa. Good thing is I managed to finish my homework while he was having this intense staring contest with the back of my head. As soon as I got up to put my book away he started speaking to me again.

'You know,' he began 'If you really 'don't mind dying' and I'm quoting this from last night, then why don't you just kill yourself?' I freeze a little but then carry on doing my work 'Huh??' He still trys to squeeze words out of me. But I ignore him.

There's a silence because he stops talking. He just lays down on my bed stretching his arms in the air. He's waiting for an answer and I don't know whether to give it to him or not.

'I'm trying,' I finally say, my voice kind of squeaky at the end 'to kill myself.' I have know idea why I'm sharing this with him, a complete stranger, someone I don't even know well enough to trust with my secrets. And yet still, I feel like I can trust him with anything.  Sometimes it doesn't matter who you talk to because you know you have nothing to loose.

'What do you mean by that?' He questions. It takes a second before I roll up my sleeves. My arms are spiraling with red slits, my wrists mostly. His eyes widen for a bit like he saw something unbelievable, then they go back to their normal size.  'So...' He was really hesitant 'you did these?' I nod. 'Okay,' he says 'okay, okay, okay...'

'What, are you freaked out even more now?' I roll down my sleeves again. He falls silent again and then speaks.

'A, I think that's awesome in a way, B I think that's disgusting in a way and C I think you need more help than I do.' He stands up, 'One positive, two negatives.'

'I don't need help,' I blurt out. 'I'm perfectly fine.'

'That's what I said but did they fucking care?'

'What are you even talking about?!' I stand up as well.

'Nothing that's important. Now, I'm right when I said you need help. I think they have like meetings for people like you. Self Harmers' Anonymous or something?' I stop him there.

'Please get out of my house.' I say, opening my door. He gets up, looking all glum and unsatisfied. Then suddenly I hear something downstairs. And there's a voice 'Evelyn,' she says 'I'm home from work early today!' I gulp.

'Who's that?' The guy asks. My eyes shut close.

'My mom.' I breath 'She's back early,' My hand is on my head 'You can't leave now or she'll see you! And if she sees you...'

'Then just tell her I'm your friend or something,' he says.

'No I can't! You don't understand! She'll get suspicious if a random boy leaves my room at like, this time. She'll misunderstand andI'll get in trouble.'

'So what can I do, stay the night?' He answered and suddenly his eyes lit up.

'No,' I said 'no no no no no. You can't stay the night, you have to leave. Right now,' I point out of my window 'Jump out or something. I don't care.' He grabs my blanket and a pillow and settles himself on the floor. 'Didn't you hear me? I said leave.'

'I heard what you said,' he put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes 'I just don't care.' I roll my eyes. 'And also in a way this is good. I can start helping you.'

'I said I don't need help!' I yell quietly because I know my mom is downstairs.

'Goodnight,' he says, turning around on the floor the face the floor.

'You asshole, get up,'

'I said goodnight bitch,' and he closes his eyes again and falls asleep for real. I sigh, knowing that whatever I say or do to him, this guy won't budge. I walk downstairs, making sure I close my door. I see my mom sitting on a sofa, watching TV. She has dark circles under her eyes.

'Hi sweetheart,' she says 'I haven't seen you in a long time,' she kisses my forehead as I sit next to her.

'I saw you this morning, mom,' I sigh.

'You saw me. I was sleeping, I didn't see you,' and she smiles, looking back at the TV 'I'm sorry I couldn't see you for a long time. But I asked my boss, just every Friday, if I could just so one shift. Now every Friday night we can spend time together, you and me.'

'That's nice, mom,' I say, and I half meant what I said. My mom tries her hardest to care about me and I guess I appreciate it. There's a sudden sound that comes from upstairs. I face palm.

'What's that?' Mom asks, looking all worried.

'Nothing,' I quickly say 'Nothing, its probably just a...rat or something...?' I am a terrible liar. My mom finds it hard to believe me.

'Rat? I don't think that was a rat...'

'Yep!' I interrupt 'Its definitely a rat!!' I quickly get up from the sofa. 'Goodnight, mom!!' I shout and run up the stairs. I hurl through the door, my fists clenched. 'Why the hell did you do that?' I hiss at him.

'Do what?' He asks, a grin forming at the corner of his mouth.

'You made loud noises on purpose!!' I complain. He shakes his head.

'I didn't do anything.' And he faced the wall again probably trying to sleep again. Then I see my table lamp was on the floor, broken. The glass bulb shattered and the cover bent so it wasn't cylinder shaped anymore. I realize he must have accidentally broken it and that was the cause of the sound. I pick up the remains of the small lamp, throwing it in the bin. Except for one long, sharp shard of glass. I headed to my bathroom.

Ash's POV

The girl is going into the bathroom now. I turn around on the floor again, so now I'm facing the bathroom door. I have thoughts if I should go in as well but I'm not sure if she's taking a bath or pissing or something so I'm not taking any chances. Until I see the door isn't even closed properly.

This not-closed-door is so inviting, it's like the door is completely open. I get up from the floor and slowly open the door. She's standing in front of the sink, the faucet is on and the water is red. The girl jolts her head towards me like I just saw something I wasn't supposed to see. Her hand rubs past her arm one more time before she turns the water off. 'Why are you here?!' She half yells at me.

'What the fuck are you doing?' I shouted at her myself 'You need help!' And that's when she started crying. It's nothing new to me, I always make people cry. Only because I'm killing them. But sometimes I make babies cry when I make faces at them. And I made this girl cry because I'm an overall asshole. Usually, I wouldn't really care if someone cries but right now I kind of felt guilty about it. Kind of. 'Hey,' I hesitantly say 'I'm sorry I guess.'

She shakes her head 'I know I need help. I'm such a freak...' She whimpers 'you're right, I need help...' She wipes her eyes.

I think for a while before I finally say it 'I'll help you,' and I'm shocked of my own words because I've never helped someone in my life. 'I'll help you stop doing this whole 'killing yourself' thing because it's not healthy. So I'm gonna make a deal with you.'

'What deal?' Her eyes are still watery but she stopped crying. She looked half interested.

'The deal is I'm going to help you stop hurting yourself, help you love life like everyone should,' I pause for a while 'and at the end, if you can't stand life, if you can't stop hurting yourself, tell me and I'll end it once and for all. I'll be the one to kill you though, understand?'

'Alright,' she replied 'if you can convince me to stay alive, and not kill anyone until I do, we have a deal.'

'Wait, that wasn't the deal!!' I shout.

She forcefully takes my hand and shakes it 'Deal,' and I pull my hand away.

'That wasn't the deal!' I complain but she doesn't seem to care what I have to say. She leaves the bathroom to sleep probably and I'm still here regretting I ever made a deal with her. Eventually, I too, leave and go back to my place on the floor.

*Time skip to the morning*

Someone is kicking me. It's the girl. 'Seriously,' I moan, sheilding my head with the pillow 'Stop abusing me....' I slowly get up to see she's wearing the same thing as yesterday probably because she didn't have the chance to change after I got here. Laugh. Out. Loud.

'Do you want food or something?' She asked poking my stomach with her foot like I'm some pet cat they she can't take care of properly.

'Food....' I mumble still half asleep. She throws an apple at my face 'Ow! Bitch.' I bite into the apple and get up at the same time. 'Can you get me a towel?' I ask.

'Why?' She questions. I open the door to the bathroom.

'I need to take a shower.' I reply and she literally explodes. 'Is your mom still home?' She shakes her head 'Then bring me a fucking towel. And some new clothes.'

'Fine, I'll bring the towel. But I can't get you any clothes because there are on men's clothes in this house except the clothes you're wearing. Unless you're interested in wearing one of my mom's old summer dresses?' The evil bitch.

'Forget it. I'll just wear these clothes, you witch.'

'The witch has a name.'

'And that would be?'

'Evelyn. My name is Evelyn.' And she extends a hand.

'My name's Ash, my real name's Ashley but that sounds gay so just call me Ash,' I shake her hand. 'Nice to meet you Evelyn.'

'Nice to meet you, Ash.'

(A/N Chapter 6.....FAIL but hope you guys liked it and please comment and vote. Also please read my friend --Bam--  's new book because she is epic. Bye ~)