Sara's POV

I see the bus pull into the driveway. I run outside to hug Luke. I hug him hard. "I thought you had family problems," I said crossing my arms. "As I said, you are the family problem." He smiles. God, how will I tell him things got worse after he left. A tear runs down my face. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm fine." He looked at me like he knew I was lying.  "I'm not okay." I start to cry into his 'misfits' shirt.

We walk upstairs to my newly painted room. It's blue, "wow, new color?" He asked me, looking around my room. "Yeah, I got tired of purple." We sat down on my bed. "So what's wrong?" He asked, scooting closer to me. "After you left, things got worse. I develop an eating disorder, Tyler and his evil girlfriend have been picking on me, all my friends moved. I'm alone." I started to cry into his chest. "Its okay, I'm here."

Luke's POV

The first night I slept with Sara. I don't think her mom likes me sleeping with her. She keeps checking in on us. Its one in the morning and I still can't sleep. I pull up her sleeve. Scars and cuts cover her arms and wrist. I pull up the leg on her pants. Scars and cuts cover her thighs. There was this one that had a word. It said, Luke ❤. "What are you doing?" Sara asked me. "Just looking." There was a moment of silence. "Why did you do it?" I asked her. She looks at her wrist. "Pain demands to be felt," she said. (A/N I just quoted TFIOS xD) I get out of bed and try to find something. "What are you looking for?" She sat up and asked me. "Your razor." She got out of bed. She walked over to her desk, where a black boxed with notes in it. She grabbed her razor and handed it to me. I walk to the bathroom and flush the razor.

I walk back to Sara's room. I walk to her desk and grabbed the black box. "What are you doing?" Sara ran over to me, grabbing the box out of my hand. I kiss her. She puts the box down. I Quickly pull away and grab the box. I run off to the bathroom with Sara chasing me. I lock the bathroom door.

I read every note in the box. There were love letters, notes from friends saying she is perfect the way she is, notes she passed in class, sweet birthday cards, the list can go on forever. I put them all back into the box and walk out of the bathroom. Sara snatched the box out of my hand giving me the death glare.

She falls back asleep. I grab a piece of paper and write a note

You look so perfect standing there in my American apparel underwear x. Don't worry baby, I'm here x. Stay strong x.
-Luke x ❤

I placed the note on her desk, knowing she will see it. I lay back in bed with her and fall asleep.