As I was in my room, crying, I heard my mom talking to Devon. I get up off my floor and wipe the tears from my face.

   As I hear Devon's footsteps, I open the door and he walks in.
   "Hey, Dev." I say trying to sound as if I hadn't just been crying.
   "Hey, Nik. Let me see your wrists. You are covering up your right wrist, which is the wrist you usually cut when you get upset." Devon explained.
   *sigh* "Fine." I showed Devon my right wrist and he sighed.
   "You need to stop cutting yourself every time you get upset."
   "But, it helps with the stress."
   "That's not an excuse.
"Damn you being such a good friend. But it's not like you guys would care if I die. No one cares about me living or dying. Yeah you may be sad at first, but after like a month you would completely forget about me." I began to break down. There is something about Devon's expression that causes me to break.
"Look don't cry, I'm here. You know that I could never forget about you. Know matter happens I could never forget you."
I was now full on crying. DAMMIT! I hate emotions. I am usually very good at hiding my emotions. Did I forget to take my bipolar meds. I hope not, I get really unstable when I don't take my meds. The last time I didn't take my meds, I overdosed and ended up in the hospital for two weeks. I need to get out of my head NOW! I need music. It's the only thing that calms my episodes.
Devon begins to notice my freak out. And pulls me into a tight hug.
   "Stop hugging me so tight. I might die of suffocation." I reply like a smart-ass.
   "Why are you such a smart-ass?" Devon asked jokingly.
    "Because I feel like it. Plus you know you love me." I replied smiling.
    *sigh* "Yeah I do." Devon replied punching my arm.
   "Yeah, well I love you more. If I remember correctly I asked you if you wanted to be friends. Remember." I said being careful with the remember.
    "Yeah, I remember. But, seriously, you need to stop cutting yourself. Ok."
   Ok. I promise." I promised. And my word is my bond, most of the time.