Livvy's POV

"You cut… Didn't you?" Naomi asked, biting her lip nervously. I sat up and began to think. I had some weird devil and angel shit going on in my head

Angel: Tell her! Lying won't help…

Devil: Don't tell her… She'll leave you!

Angel: She wants to help you!

Devil: She hates you right? She doesn't deserve to know!

Angel: Ugh I'm tired of fighting! Do what you think will benefit your relationship most. Think loyalty, trust, honour, caring etc…

I think hard for a moment before breathing a deep breath. Wow this will be harder that I thought… Her blue hair highlighted her face and emphasized how beautiful she was compared to me.

"Livvy?" Naomi whispered, barely audible. I looked at her perfect features on her face before turning my head to the left and briefly nodding. I stayed in the position I was, my eyes glued to the pale cream colour of the wall. Two fingers rest on my chin and turned me towards where they came from. I was crying again

"You can leave if you want…" I stood up, walking over towards the dresser and sat on the bed next to it. People might be feeling sorry for me. I don't care! See, this is my life in a big fucking circle! Let me explain: I am depressed, I find a possible source of happiness, my own stupid behaviour ruins it... See what I mean? I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood, relaxing me a little. Naomi sighs and walks out, muttering something inaudible. I guess I kinda WAS hoping she would stay but… Life's never been fair Livvy! I harshly remind myself. I of course don't stop being mean there! I continue to point out my flaws.

Naomi's POV

When Livvy nodded, my heart broke. I… How can I help? I try to get Livvy to face me but she won't.

"You can leave if you want…" She goes to sit on the bed. I need to talk to Troye… I sigh and stand up. Before walking out I mumble "Please stay safe! I'll be right back." and with that I walk out, shutting my (who I hope) is my girlfriend alone for a while. Troye looks up and the smile he was sporting slips off his face.

"She… cut!" I whisper. Troyler heard me as they drag me to the chair. I then explain everything and then Troye sits upright.

"OMG Naomi! You left LIVVY in a bedroom ON HER OWN?!" Troye exclaims. Suddenly, the idea didn't seem so good to start with… I sprint to the room and open it. I see Livvy rolling around in a tight ball, fists of hair being pulled rhythmically in time to her rolls. She looks HELLA panicked.

"Liv?!" I shout, hoping to get a response. I hear nothing and grab out my phone. Dialling 999 I take a deep breath. Be strong… I remind myself

"Hi! My friend is having a serious panic attack!" I shout down the phone

"Ok calm down! Please give me your Address, name and age please! Oh and what are the symptoms to justify how serious the matter is." I gave all details and now, the symptoms

"Um… She's scrunched up in a tight ball. Grabbing fistfuls of hair and- Oh god!" I am interrupted by Livvy scratching her hips fiercely.

"Oh and now scratching her hips." I add, sighing. Someone holds the hone to my ear as I listen whilst prying Livvy's hands from her bloody skin. When she started scratching, I saw the cuts she had made which started all of this.

"Naomi. Is Livvy suicidal or does she have depression?" The woman asked.

"Yeah… Both I'm guessing! Depression is there because she… self-harms." I wince as I say the last bit but she needs to know. The ambulance people arrive shortly with a stretcher. The woman takes info from Tyler as Troye seems to have disappeared whilst the man seems to be almost snogging Liv's face off!

"She's saying something…" The man, -who I now know as Peter- informs me. "Come help me try to work it out?" He offered, manoeuvring me over to the side of the stretcher. I tucked my hair behind my ear and listened closely

"N...m…. N… M!" She screamed the M and made me freak out. The words were breathed out, therefore, no sound came out 90% of the time.

"Na… Nami… Naomi!" Peter finally cried.

"I'm guessing Livvy wants you for some reason…" The lady -whose name was Robin- informed me. I smiled slightly at the thought and headed into the ambulance. Before I left I shouted to Tyler

"Where's Troye? Find him and meet me at the hospital at 3!" I shouted, hoping he could her. I heard a quieter "Slay" back which I chuckled at. Oh god LIVYY… What is wrong? I thought, frowning.

A/N: Well I have an excuse for not putting up 3 chapters… [Please don't judge me for this…]

I'm a lesbian. I am 12 years old, and a lesbian. I know that izzyhoranlolerz knows because she helped me out of a… 'Sharp' situation [no knives of razor blades I swear!] so… I've been busy in thought!

I thought I would tell y'all because I like to tell people random things about myself so… The drawings I'm doing of Limi are doing great! I will have them as the front cover within the month :)

Bye y'all 3 xx