Rose

"FUCK!" I screamed, tears staining my cheeks as blood dripped down my wrist. A bloody little razorblade was in my hand, and I rocked back and forth on the cool bathroom tile.

My phone vibrated incessantly on the floor, and I slumped on the wall, my eyes glazing as I glared at the phone. "Let me go…" I murmured, sighing.

Cody

I threw my phone down, feeling tears form in my eyes. "God damnit, Rose.." I murmured, trying to hold back the sobs threatening to rip out of my throat. "Not again. Please."

Her last message lit up the screen. Let me go. I wanted to scream in rage. Never in a million years would I let Rose go. We had only known each other for a few months, but she was my everything. I couldn't give her up.

Suddenly, I remembered something. Looking across my room, I saw a small glint of metal in one of my open desk drawers. My blades. I hadn't cut in weeks but that could change. I was tired of my life going to shit every time I found someone to love. It was too much. Almost in a dream, I got up, walking slowly across the room to the desk. Reaching out, I laid my hand on the handle to the drawer. I was so close to that blade. I wanted to bleed until I blacked out. Now.

Suddenly, my phone lit up and vibrated. I grabbed it, praying that it was Rose.

-Cody?

It was her! What was going on?

-Rose! Are you okay?

-No..but I'm staying.

I put my head back, closing the drawer and sighing. Cutting would wait. Rose was alive.

-Thank god…I thought you were dead.

-Me too…

I heard my dad's footsteps clumping up the stairs. Jumping slightly, I decided to not risk hiding the phone.

-I gotta go, Rosie. I love you.

-I love you too, C.

-Night.

-Goodnight.

Turning off my phone, I scrambled under the sheets right as my dad's hand hit the doorknob. Feigning sleep as best I could, I waited until I heard his loud breathing and heavy footsteps leave the room before opening my eyes. Tonight had been exhausting. I was done. Closing my eyes, I smiled at the thought of seeing Rose at Christmas. Only two more weeks. Hopefully, we'd both still be there to see it.