A/N: Hey guys. I apologize in advance because this chapter is going to be kind of dark. There was a shooting at the mall near my house today and I was going to go, but didn't so I'm pretty shaken up. On a positive note…I'm doing another chapter! Yay! On to reviews! P.s. sorry my chapters are so short.
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Lilly's P.O.V.
I opened my door slowly, hating the desolate room awaiting me. I closed the door behind me and sat on my bed, staring at the other side of the room, the side that had remained empty for the past two years I've been here…no one wants to share a room with a freak like me.
I walked over to my desk, the floor squeaking under my weight. I switched out my earphones for my beats headphones and silently pulled my desk drawer open. I dug around until my hand closed around something cool and metallic. I crawled onto the empty bed, pulled my knees up to my chest, and put on my favourite playlist. I rolled the object in my hand back, flipping it open and shut. The aching longing in my chest was still there, and even though I promised myself I would stop, the object in my hand offered a sweet release.
One line of red, ten more, twenty more, one more…I put down the blade and stare at my arm. A numb triumph fills my body but quickly fades as I become dizzy and light-headed. "Shit," I mumble as the blood continues to flow. I wrap my arm in the sheet and pass out; maybe I went too far this time.
Becca's P.O.V.
I was waiting for Jesse after practice, fuming mad.
"Hey Becca!" he shouts as he runs across the field to meet me.
"Hi." I reply in the monotone voice I'm proud to be known for.
"What's wrong babe?" he looks at me, concerned.
"Little Ms. Silent never showed up to practice," I spat out, mentally cringing because I knew it was a cruel thing to say.
"Lilly?" Jesse looked at me quizzically
"Yeah," I say quickly, "let's get out of here."
"To my dorm it is," he grins and we walk off hand-in-hand.
Lilly's P.O.V.
I wake up to red. "Shit, shit shit." I repeat as I wad up the stained sheet and stuff it deep into my laundry hamper. I look at my arm…I really lost it.
Knock knock
"Lilly, are you in there?"
What the hell was Donald doing here?!
"Yeah, I'm here." I put my mouth up to the door so he can hear me.
"Are you ok, Lilly?" I love how he says my name…or maybe it's because he's the only one who even bothers to remember my name.
"Yeah, I'm just tired…why?"
"Jesse told me Becca said you never showed up to practice, so I was a little worried."
He worried about me?
"I'm fine Donald, thanks for checking up on me."
He laughs, that low, deep warm laugh that makes me melt.
"I'm not letting you get away that easily Lee [A/N: nickname don't judge meee], I'm giving you ten minutes to get your butt out of your room…we're going to enjoy the day."
"But it's eight o'clock already!"
"Then we'll enjoy the night! Now get ready!"
I sigh, looking down at my arm. "Fine, but I demand 15minutes."
He laughs again, "Ok."
I stared at my arm, still oozing with blood. I dig around my closet and find some guaze left over from last year and wrap my arm tight. Then I throw on a pair of black leggings and gray short shorts. Finally I put on a long-sleeve black shirt and my red hip-hop zip up sweater. I put my beats around my neck, roughly comb the bedhead out of my hair and apply some eyeliner and lip-gloss. Good enough.
I open the door to Donald's expectant face. He looks me up and down as I hold my breath…releasing it when he let's out a low wolf-whistle. "Come on hottie, let's blow this joint." I laugh and link my arm with his as we walk out of the dormitory.
