Chapter Eleven
John's P.O.V.
Staring down at my wrist nervously, my eyes flashed back and forth from the knife to the vein that I was aiming for.
I…I really didn't want it to come to this… I love you, Dameon…I-It's really a shame that you don't feel the same way…
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then brought the knife to my wrist. I held back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall. Biting my lower lip, tightening my grip on the handle, I slashed it across my wrist, blood spewing onto the floor.
"O-Ow!" I cried out in pain, "Fuck that hurts…! But…"
I brought the knife a notch lower from the first cut, and then slashed again, twice as hard. Blood practically spilled onto the floor with my tears. I hated the feeling! But I feel like it's my only way out of this… If I'm lucky…It'll kill me…
"It'll put me out of my misery…" I smirked to myself and slashed across my wrist the hardest I could.
Suddenly, everything grew a bit blurrier. I glanced down at the blood below; I could scarcely see it. I…I think…I cut…
"…All…for you…" With my last breath, I said those final words to Dameon…and then allowed my heavy body to collapse into the pool of blood.
…No…this isn't who I am…This is my heart-broken self…
Dameon's P.O.V.
A couple of hours had passed and I was searching through my suitcase, just to make sure that I had all of my belongings. After searching through everything, I realized that I forgot my silver cross necklace that my mother had given me when she was on her deathbed.
"Where could my necklace be…? …Oh…shit…! RANDY!" I cried out. "WHAT?!" Randy dashed into the room with a worried look on his face, "What's wrong?!" "…I forgot my cross necklace…" I murmured quietly. "Oh, where is it? I'll go get it for you." Randy smiled. "Um…It's…at…John's house…" I mumbled. "Are you serious? I have to go to his house to go get it?" Randy rolled his eyes. "Please? He doesn't live that far from here…It's important to me—I need it…" I clung to his shirt like a needy child. "Alright, fine. I'll go get it for you. You're lucky you're cute." Randy mumbled as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door while I waited patiently.
Randy's P.O.V.
After driving for about fifteen minutes, I finally reached the jackass's house. Oddly enough, the door was unlocked. John's all weird about keeping his door locked…Whatever…maybe he just forgot. I turned the handle and clicked the beige door open. I looked around and noticed a cracked door.
Must be John's room.
I walked into the room after pushing to door open a bit, "Cena? You here…?" I looked on the floor and saw John passed out, on the floor, in a pool of his own blood. I examined the slits on his wrist, and the letters, DMH, carved into the skin. "You fucking moron…" I murmured as I opened my cell phone and dialed 911. As much as I hated the fucker, I felt obligated to help him—Dameon would want me to.
After explaining the situation to the cops, they sent over a couple of ambulances, and then I had to call Dameon.
"Hey, baby?" I asked quietly into the phone, "I found your cross necklace…But…John…" "Did something happen to John?" Dameon asked eagerly, "Tell me!" "John…slit his wrists a little too deep. The paramedics say that he'll be fine, but he'll be hospitalized for a while." I broke the news to her. "Oh…my…g-god…" Dameon started to cry. "I asked them if we could stay overnight at the hospital, but they wouldn't let us. We can go check on him tomorrow, okay? I promise." I tried to cheer her up. "O-Okay…" her voice was shaky.
I drove home and hurried into my bedroom, to see if Dameon was there. She was cradling herself nervously as tears poured down her pale cheeks.
"Here's your cross necklace…" I handed her the necklace. She just put it down in her suitcase and then went back to her original position. "Baby, relax…John will be fine, okay? The paramedics said that he'd be fine." I sat down next to her and put my arm around her, "Besides, I know what'll make you feel better…" Dameon turned her head curiously. I kissed her deeply, my tongue playing with hers. She was a little surprised at first, but then she accepted it more willingly. We sprawled out comfortably on the bed as I whispered in her ear, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Dameon only nodded with a slight smile. "Go change into your lingerie, baby." I smirked in a slight seductive tone.
I could tell, Dameon and I both needed this night.