A Safe Place (A few more male characters would be nice)

(Sure! You can drag Ellen along while I'm gone if you want)

(Alright. When will you be leaving?)

(Thursday)

(I gtg to bed now. See ya!)

(Cool! Bye!)

"Wha- oh, no. You.. you didn't." Paige blinked sloppy tears from her eyes. "It's just who I am. I wasn't angry. Nothing you did." Why are you still taking?!

“Sorry.” He apologized
(Omg can Paige and Cas be like besties later?)

(Sure!)

"You didn't do anything," Paige repeated. Her self-help scars sang. She subconsciously scratched at one of them.

He looked up at her cautiously “a-are you sure?” He asked confused, when he was anywhere, things were usually his fault

"Yes…" Paige nicked one a little to hard and it started to bleed through her shirt so he could see. She tried to cover it up, but to no avail.

“Real— oh, you have scars too.” He said playing with the backpack straps

Paige pressed her lips together and nodded silently, willing the tears to go away.

He unconsciously rubbed her arm. “I-I..” he tried

His*

Paige looked up. "What?" Cut. Cut. CUT.

Something told him that he could trust her, but the last time he did that, he landed in the hospital. “I-I have so…..” he mumbled the last part

"Huh?" Paige's eyes glistened with the built up pain. She'd release it later.

“S-same a-as yo-you.” He said slightly pulling up his sleeve to show small white scars on his wrist

"Oh…" Paige blinked and pressed cloth onto her bloody cut. "How?"

“My-my d-dad d-didnt wa-want me.” He replied tears coming to his eyes

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you…" Paige trailed off into a dry whisper.

“No no…” he whispered then he sat down feeling extremely overwhelmed

"I'm sorry…" Awful. Awful, you're awful. Horrible…

“I… it’s f-fine.” He murmured. He looked around for an escape. Seeing a window he opened it and took a deep breathe of fresh air and tried to focus on his breathing, something his threrpist told him to do.

Paige gripped the edge of the counter tightly until her knuckles turned white. Cut. Cut. Cut. CUT. CUT. CUT.

He looked back at the girl he was talking to and saw the expression on her face. He went to the freezer and grabbed two ice cubes. Walking back to her, he gave the ice cubes to her “clenching then in yours fists help the urge go away.” He said quietly.
(It actually works. As someone who’s struggled with self harm, holding an ice cube in your fist helps the urge go away)

Paige took the cubes and squeezed them. Cut. She breathed. Cut. She squeezed them tighter. Cut… She panted for breath for a moment before turning her wide, clear gaze on him. "Th-Thank you," she whispered.

“Feeling better?” He asked, still not meeting her eyes

"Yes. Thank you," Paige repeated, looking at him somewhat intently.

Caspian reaches in his backpack and took out a metal puzzle toy and started tinkering with it.

Paige bit her lip hard and swung her legs a little, gently.