The New B-I-tch is Here [Cynthia]

[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia nodded, not sure if she believe him or not but she wasn't going to pester him, at least not now. She rested against him, closing her eyes. "I think I'm coming down with a cold." She muttered. Dance practice has been hell on her lately. It was something to keep her mind off of the previous events and it was working. Though she may be overworking herself.

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[Anthony Saprio]

"Aww...." Tony reluctantly sprung up and sprinted into the kitchen and made a can of Chicken Noodle Soup, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt unconcisously exposing his scarred, scabbed slitted wrists. He trailed back in with a bowl of soup and some juice.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia's brow shot up when he left. A smile came to her face when he came back with the bowl of soup and juice. As she took the bowl, her eyes fell on the scars on his wrist. "Tony..." She whispered softly, looking up at him having no idea what to say.

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[Anthony Saprio]

"What...?" He trailed where her eyes landed. "Shit..." He cursed, and looked away, turning around. "Its nothing." He mumbled, rolling his sleeves down and looking out the window. He had some on his neck, covered by the collar and across his torso as well.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia frowned, "That's not nothing." She whispered as she stood up, walking towards him. "Talk to me Dash... please...." She whispered.

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[Anthony Saprio]

He flinched as his girlfriend approached him, he never wanted her to see this, at least she didnt look under his shirt or along his neck, they were deeper, more painfully released. "Depression." He whispered softly, his back to her and his head lowered.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

"Why haven't you told me?" She asked her voice full of concern as she looked him over. Slowly she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his back. "I would've listened, I will listen.... I don't want you to feel like this...."

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[Anthony Saprio]

"Because I didnt want you to worry, I didnt want you to see this, I wanted you to have the perfect boyfriend, not one with many flaws." And many flaws he did have. He frowned softly, yet felt comforted sort of at the same time.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

"I don't need a perfect boyfriend and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way." She replied, her voice slightly muffled against his back. "I just need you to be honest with me. Okay?" She added with a small sigh.

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[Anthony Saprio]

Anthony shook his head, turning around in her arms. "No dont apologize Cynthia. You did not make me feel that way, it was the way I wanted to be." He could not look into her eyes. Honesty?

"If honesty is what you want then...here." He started to unbutton his shirt and then tossed it off. It looked like a monster had clawed the heck out of torso which was all cut up, some marks still red with hardend blood, and there was one along his neck.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia's mouth fell open as she stared at his chest. How could she not have noticed this? How could she not know this was happening. "Tony..." She started but couldn't think of what to say.

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[Anthony Saprio]

A tear ran down his eye, and sticking out of his pocket was a knife. He lowered his head and did not look at her ashamed, and now afraid that she would not love him which would cause him to cut himself more. "I'm sorry..." He whispered hoarsely.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia reached up and wiped his eyes, "Don't be sorry." She whispered before she looked down at his pocket. Frowning, she took the knife and set it to the side. "But you have to stop." She muttered not meaning to sound bossy but she had no idea how else to deal with the situation.

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[Anthony Saprio]

"How? Its so addicting and it releases all the pain I've been through..." He mumbled, reaching for the knife that was in her hand.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

"I know, trust me I know." She whispered as she took a step back, keeping the knife out of his reach. "There are other ways of releasing that pain." She added. She wasn't going to back down, it was for Tony's own good.

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