The Bet

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Giovannas pov: After a couple hours, my friends left, and I was left alone with Katherine. She helped me wash dishes and clean up the mess that was left, and then we left for my room upstairs.

"Gio," She spoke up, sitting at the edge of my bed as i rolled a blunt. "Can I try some?" She asked nervously. Her eyes switch between the blunt and my eyes as her body stiffens. "Sure, relax, tho i dont need you greening out on me." I said slightly, laughing.

She softly bit the side of her lip with a small smile and watched me intently as I finished rolling it up. "Do you know how to smoke it?" I asked her, reaching for my lighter. "Obviously not." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry, princess, let me show you then."

I said, placing the blunt in between my lips and lighting it up. "You inhale it like this," I said with a pause demonstrating.
"Then you finally let it out." I said, blowing the smoke on her face.

"Okay." She said as she swiftly took it, puffed some, then passed it back to me.
"Someone's eager." I said teasingly.
She just looked at me blankly. Suddenly, her eyes were filled with an emotion that I couldn't full grasp.

"You okay?" I asked, passing it back to her. "No, I'm still thinking about yesterday." She said a tear dropping from her low red eyes. I felt my facial expression soften, and I quickly pulled her into my arms. Loud sobs left her mouth, and her body shook underneath mines. "I'm so tired, gio." She said in between loud sobs.

I could physically feel her pain. I've never seen her like this. She's always hiding herself beind this happy, joyfull, popular girl who "has it all" when in reality she's so broken, she doesn't even know how to hide it anymore.

"Shh, it's okay kat you have me, and I'll try my best to help you." I said, feeling myself slowly beginning to tear up.

Sometimes, people hide their sadness and pain so well that even they start to believe their "fine." Untill one night, you just break down in tears as all the emotions you've been suppressing for so long finally hit you. You cry all night long, that you are left with no tears. Suddenly, you start to feel like there is no way to help you because you feel as if no one really cares. You hide it from everyone and anyone, not letting yourself tell anyone that deep down you're drowning in this miserable pit that you just can't get out of. So you look for other ways to cope, such as cutting, burning, drugs, etc. But truth is no matter what you try, you'll always feel like a lifeless body with no soul yet so much pain. But you can't tell anyone, right? So you put on this persona of "the funny, happy friend" you do this until you are left with no personality at all. And you just feel numb, no sadness, no joy, no nothing. Just an unbearable feeling of emptiness in your heart.

I know this because I once was this person, and knowing that Katherine feels the exact same makes me want to just hold her in my arms until dawn. And show her that she'll be okay, even if she won't. But I'll be a distraction, I don't care. I'll do anything and everything to help her get through this feeling.

Even if it ends up killing me in the process.

Katherine's sobs filled my room, and her body became weak. I held onto her tight and just whispered, reassuring things into her ears.

I'm not sure what led to her feeling this way, but all I care about right now is healing her.

640 words.

Sorry guys short chapter because I really needed to update.