Please Don't Help Me

Delilah's POV

I just can't tell them. I can't let them know how much pain I'm in. They already wanna put me in a mental hospital. Maybe I can fake it and they'll think I'm 'okay.' But I'll never be okay. 'Okay' is just not something that I can be. And thats just the truth. I convinced Sam that nothing was wrong. My phone started to ring. "Hello?" I answered it. "Delilah? Are you okay?" It was Sky. I bit my lip. "Yeah. I'm...I'm fine." I told him. "No your not. I know you better then that." He said. I bit my lip even harder. I opened my mouth and a sob came out. "Delilah please. Please no. You'll be okay. I promise you. I love you Delilah." He whispered. I closed my eyes. "I love you too." I managed to get out without crying like a little baby. "I'll talk to you later alright? Stay strong for me." He said. "I'll try..." I had to cover my mouth with my hand so he wouldn't hear me sob. I ended the call and set my phone down on the bathroom sink. I looked in the mirror. Fat, ugly, useless. Worthless. Why do I go through this? Why me? What the hell did I do? I have a wonderful family that adopted me and took me in. I have a freaking amazing boyfriend who wants me to be happy and cares about me. But I just...can't. I can't be happy. I can't smile. I don't know why. Then I remembered something. My pencil sharpener. I got out my makeup bag and unzipped the top. I dug through all my makeup that I never use until I felt my pencil sharpener that's meant for eye liner. I found a bobby pin and began to unscrew the screw that held it together. Finally I was able to get the blade unattached; It was tough but I did it. I exhaled loud and unsteadily, and my heartbeat sped up. I put the blade against one of the very few clear areas on my right wrist. I closed my eyes and got ready to drag it across my skin. "Don't. You. Dare." Somebody said behind me. I whipped my head around. It was Sky. He looked mad. "I...I..." I stuttered. He just stuck out his hand. I gave him a pleading look but he kept a straight face. I handed him the blade and he stuffed it into his pocket. "I'm sorry...please don't be mad at me." I begged. He just shook his head. "You said you wouldn't." He said. I felt awful. "Sky...I'm sorry." I sniffled. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Are you mad?" I asked him while playing with my hands. He lifted my chin up and smiled at me. There's that smile again. That amazing smile. "Of course not. But don't do it again." He said sternly but still playfully. I hugged him and he hugged me back. We laughed as we swayed back and forth on our feet. He was taller then me so my head rested perfectly on his chest. I love him way too much. I grinned as he held me tightly. Way too much.