Ceylan's p.o.v
I laid on the floor of my room, I felt the blood oozing from my wrists, the tears roll down my cheeks.
He'll never love you the way you love him
Yes he will, I have hopes
I was basically arguing with myself in my head as I let myself bleed out. My blood stained the carpet, and my clothes. A knock rapidly banged on the door, I didn't bother to answer it cause I was to dizzy to get up. The knocking went on until i faintly hear glass shattering, I stayed on the floor, with twitching my only movement. "Ceylan! We woke up at 12 in the morning, broke into your house, and tore down your door! Could you please tell us whats going on?!" I slowly move my hand to feel their shoe, I felt the nice leathery feeling of Nike shoes, and the rough fabric of Converse. "Guren, Chooki" i say weakly, they squatted down and felt my wrists. "Oh god Cey! We need to get you to a hospital!" Guren yelled, I heard Chooki curse under his breath as they lifted me up. What the point in helping me?