Brooklyn POV

I heard a bang… but I didn't feel pain. I … I was alive…? I looked around for a bit, until I felt a warm embrace. Olivia. I threw my arms around her, glad that she was okay, but quickly drew back. I can't stay, I can't!

"Come on sweetie." Olivia was no longer mad at me, but glad. I walked with her to her car; it all seemed like a dream. She wound up taking me to her apartment, once again. She sent me into get some sleep, only this time, she refused to take her eyes off me. I slept for what felt like a minute, but was really almost eight hours. When I woke, Olivia was in the living room watching TV. I walked up in front of her, kissed her forehead, "I'm sorry. But, goodbye Olivia. Please, don't come after me. Let me go, I will be okay." I kissed her once more, and opened the door and left.

Olivia POV

she's gone. Again. I quickly hoped up and ran to the bathroom, and opened the cupboard. I stared at the blade that I had hidden from myself for almost three months; I picked it up without hesitation. I pushed it as hard as I could onto my olive toned skin, and I slowly slid it across my wrist. The sight of the crimson liquid, it made my heart flutter, it always did. I could breathe again. I cut myself again, and again, and again. I had a total of four cuts, more than I ever had. My vision blurred, I saw the puddle forming below me, I fell to the ground, and I didn't care anymore. My head filled with images of Brooklyn as I breathed my last breath.

I know… I know- but it is life. I got in a fight with someone that I care about- but she made a 'promise' to be my friend- I don't want a promise! Ugh! Sorry all, I shouldn't burden you, but this is it! The whole story! Donezo!