Mitch's POV
It's morning and i open my eyes and the beauty asleep on my chest. Then my train of thought kicks in and takes its course. How did she end up on the streets? In the alley way? Why does she have to cut. I look down and see her right arm and my thoughts continue. Look at these scars she has made upon herself. Why does she think thats okay to do to herself? Good thing i got there on time. Good thing i got there before it was to late. Good thing i got there before she took her life. Good thing
without waking her up i get out of bed. Go to the kitchen and get me some coffee. I look over at my bedroom door and tears takes it course and i managed to say "t-t- there is s-s- so many unanswered q-questions" i cross my arms on the counter and put my head on my arms and say "why did you do such things upon your beautiful growing b-body? You don't d-d-deserve this kind of pain" i feel hand on my back rubbing my back by trying to help me cool down from all of this crying. It's helping good thing i have scott here to be there for me when or when not needed. Im glad to call him my best friend. I whisper to myself "she hasn't ate for days" i maker her some pancakes, scrambbled eggs and sausage links and orange juice to wash it all down i go back to my room.

My POV
I wake and i seam to smell really good food. I look over and say "you must be hungry there" he says to me "the coffee filled me up and this is for you" i just look at him and say "you didn't have to do this mitch" he smiles and says "i know and i wanted to" he hands me food and i eat and drink the orange juice. Breakfast was yummy i say to him "thank you for the meal" he says "my pleasure plus you need some meat on your bones" we both giggle at the last part that he said.