Hello! This is my first story, comments are appreciated!
Listen to Say Something by A Great Big World during this chapter. It really fits.
Also, sorry about how short it is, future chapters will be longer!
This story takes place after Augustus has died and Hazel is just reading the letter from him, so enjoy my lovelies!
Okay?
Kay.
Chapter One
Another tear ran down my cheek as I read the letter one more time. I sniffed and wiped my eye. I couldn't cry, not in front of his parents. I hugged his mom and excused myself, wanting to get home as soon as possible.
Hours, days passed. They would come and go with slit wrists, tears shed into pillows and the occasional overdose on medication. Nothing was worth living for, I reminded myself. Augustus was dead. I knew we had limited time but I didn't think it would be this limited.
It was one of those nights, the kind where you had already wet your pillow and there were no more tears. I couldn't sleep, but I just couldn't be with my thoughts right now. So I did what I always do on these kind of nights. I padded to the bathroom, trying not to creak the floorboards. My razor was where it always was, open and inviting. The one thing that took away the pain for a little while. I sat there on the floor, tears rushing down my face, blood rushing down my arm. My vision started getting a little fuzzy and as I looked down and felt the dull ache in my arm, I realized I had cut too deep.
I had stopped crying for good, but I still could hear my pathetic whimpers echoing off the bathroom walls, taunting me. It would be really easy to do it now, I thought, to just die. If I lay here for another day I would probably be dead with the amount of blood I was losing.
I put my head on the floor, set down the razor blade and lay there to wait, but I found myself drifting off, dreaming about the times before Augustus, when I never thought it would come to this.
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"Hazel?" I awoke to a deep voice and knocking on the door. Shit, I tried to clean up the blood so the floor wouldn't be sticky.
"Come in," I called back in a shaky voice. The door slowly opened and Isaac walked in, feeling the wall for support.
"Are you alright?" He asked, "I haven't seen you in forever." I winced, his words reminding me of Augustus.
"M'fine," I mumbled, "How about you?"
"Depressed, to be honest," he replied. I nodded but then remembered that he couldn't see so I mumbled in agreement.
He sniffed and thought for awhile. I tensed, noticing how close his foot was to the blade laying on the floor. I kicked it out of the way.
"Do you smell blood?" Isaac spoke suddenly.
"Nope," I lied, looking down at the five blood-soaked towels on the floor, not to mention the the toilet water, from which blood had dripped into. Oops.
Isaac grabbed my wrist and I flinched as his hand brushed over the raw skin.
A look of worry crossed his face, "C'mon I have somewhere to take you."