Kat's P.O.V.
"Please don't go," I begged.
"Come on, babe. I have to. The guys need me." Oli said sadly. "This is Bring Me the Horizon's biggest tour yet."
I began to shake. "I love you, Kat." He said as he pulled me into a tight embrace.
"I love you too, Oli." I said into his warm, tattooed neck. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too." He replied. "I'll be back in six months." He kissed me on the mouth one last time, and was gone.
I emptied the rubbish and cleaned the dishes to keep busy once he left. When the chores were finished I shuffled into our small, shabby flat's bedroom, tears streaming down my face. I rubbed the red scars on my thighs, feeling a need for release. Not tonight, I thought. But as I slowly drifted to sleep I dreamt of Oli. I awoke sweaty and nervous when I realized he wasn't sleeping next to me. I began to panic. My cuts itched and burned. Where was my razor? I dashed into the bathroom. I opened the drawer where I kept my razors. They were gone.
"Goddammit Oli!" I cursed. He had been trying to get me to stop my self-harm since we started dating two years ago; but I was a hopeless cause.
I ran around the corner to our tiny kitchenette and grabbed a knife from the holder. I wasn't thinking; the only thought that ran through my head was that I needed to press as hard as I could. The beads of blood rose to the slits on my legs and dripped to the already-forming red pool on the tile floor. Soon I was sitting in a puddle of my maroon blood. I began to feel dizzy. Help me. I tried to pull myself onto a barstool to get to my cellphone but fell. My head smashed into the ground.
Kat and Oli's Neighbor, Mildred's, P.O.V.
What was that crashing sound? It came from Katherine and Oliver's flat. I knew Oliver would be gone for the next couple months. Was Katherine okay? I decided to go check it out. I slipped on my pink slippers and straightened my floral nightgown. For an old woman, I chuckled to myself, I have great fashion sense. I knocked on the young couple's door. No answer. Another knock. Only a faint groan in reply. Not good. I shuffled quickly to my room where I had a spare key for their flat for when they were on a holiday. I unlocked their door and pushed it open with a creak. Oh lord.
"Katherine!" I yelled. She was face down in a growing pool of blood. There were cuts running down both of her legs, bruises forming on her arms and face.
"Oh my god," I whispered as I ran to the nearest phone I saw on her kitchen counter. I called 911.
Oli's P.O.V.
I had been watching Kat sleep for three hours now. Seeing her in a hospital bed destroyed me inside; especially when I knew could have been there to help her. Why does she do this to herself? I wondered.
Kat's sleepy voice interrupted me from my thoughts. "Oli? Is that you?" she spoke dreamily; her eyes clouded over and squinty.
"Yeah, babe. It's me."
"I love you so much." She said.
"I know." I reply distractedly.
She gave me a strange look. "Don't you love me?"
I sighed. "Of course I do. You know that. But you obviously don't love yourself, and that hurts me. You know this won't work out if you keep hurting yourself. You're my everything, and I can't imagine you feeling so worthless and lonely that you need to take a blade to your own skin. It makes me feel helpless."
A crystal tear slid from her eye. "I'm sorry."
"Just please promise me you'll come and talk to me whenever you feel this way. Even if I'm on tour; just call."
She paused. "I promise."
"You're the love of my life." I reached over the wires and tubes connecting her to her machines, and hugged her tightly.
"You're mine too." She cried into my neck. I didn't even care when her mascara and eyeliner stained my favorite white tank top. I had my baby back.