This is what it has come to

by homeofshadowhunters

Spencer has done something she regrets, there is nobody she can think of to help her except for Wren. But will he get there in time? If he does, will Wren be able to help Spencer through this? Or will Spencer finally not be able to take it and spill everything to Wren?

1. Chapter 1

This is just an experimental piece and I will continue it upon request. I just want to see how it does but I will not continue it if it does get any reviews. Chapters will get longer if I continue

Spencer POV

I looked down at my desk, now realizing that no matter how hard I tried I could never stop A. I could never find Alison and make it safe for her to come home; nothing is worth this torture. I didn't know what to do anymore, there didn't seem to be a point in doing anything anymore. No matter what, A would always be one step ahead of us and there was nothing any of us could do to stop it. Nothing is worth it, I am so frustrated with everything that has happened and don't want to stick around to see what A has in store for us.

Before I could even think about what I was doing it was too late, my wrist was covered in overflowing blood and my tweezers lay a foot away. My blood dripped onto the crisp white carpet below me. I didn't want to die, I didn't mean to do this; but it was too late. It was done, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My vision began to go dark, I didn't know what else I could do at this point. I absently reached for my phone with my good arm. I knew who I should call, 911. But I couldn't bring myself to do it because I knew that everyone would find out. I dialed Wren Kingston's number, hoping he would answer at 2 in the morning.

"Hello," says Wren. I sobbed in relief. "Spencer? Is everything okay?" says Wren, his voice dripping worry. "I did something stupid Wren, and I need your help. I don't want to die, please hurry."

"Are you at your house?" Wren's voice was shrill with alarm. "Spencer!" he screamed when I didn't answer. His voice was fading away and I was having a hard time finding my voice. "I'm at my house," I say. "Please hurry," I lay on the ground, unable to keep my head up or sit up in a chair any longer. My phone dropped to the ground beside me but I didn't have the strength to pick it up.

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