Jack's POV
Im sulking over my bed thinking how in 13 days I will be on a plane to Paris. Leaving my friends and home behind. It's so unfair.
I check my phone to see a message from Milton. I should probably tell the guys that I'm moving soon...
JACK!
Don't know what thats about...
...yeah?
When were u going to tell us ur moving to paris?
Well shit. I guess Kim told him before I could.
Uhhh now? Look I'm sorry. I just found out last night and told Kim like 2 hours ago. I leave in 13 days and I have tried everything to get my parents to let me stay here, but they kept saying no.
Speaking of Kim...I think she's going to do something bad. Could u just text her or call her or something? cuz shes not responding to me.
What do u mean something bad?
Just call
Ok ok.
So i called Kim and got no response. I called again and again. Then I started to get worried.
She's not answering me.
Oh god. run to her house since ur closer. see if shes ok
MILTON WHATS GOING ON?
She said that she doesnt want to live without u...
u dont think...kim wouldn't do that. oh god no. im running to her house right now. ill talk to u after
ok
I sprint over to Kim's house. She would never kill herself or anything. The Kimmy I know is too strong for that. I just hope she's ok.
When I get there, I try to open the door but it's locked. So I pound on the door for a good 5 minutes. Finally I try her back door, which is open. I rush up her stairs and knock down her bedroom door easily. I hear a scream but I don't see Kim. She has a bathroom attached to her room, being an only child and all, so I knock on the door.
"Kim. Kim are you ok?"
"Jack? Yeah I'm fine. How the hell did u get into my house?" She seems irritated.
"Can u come out first?" I ask. Then I hear the sink go on for a bit and then she comes out.
Kim's POV
I stopped answering Milton. I didn't want to talk about Jack anymore. I didn't want to live anymore. I knew what I had to do...
I went into my bathroom, locked the door, and got my razor that I use to shave my legs. I put on a brand new, sharp razor head. I knew this is no way to solve my problem, but can you blame me for trying? Without Jack, my life is incomplete anyway.
I take a seat on the light blue tile floor. I push up my sleeve and swiftly drag the razor across my right wrist. I wince in pain. I open my eyes to see a red little line appear, the blood trickling down my hand.
I cut myself again, harder this time. I do it more, and faster. I see about 9 lines on my wrist. The blood was all over the floor, all over my hand. I hate this. I hate the blood and the pain. The bright redness reminded me of something; when Jack first asked me to be his girlfriend, those rose petals everywhere. Jack.
Everything comes back to-
I hear my door slam down, as If someone kicked it. Then I hear knocking on my door.
"Kim. Kim are you ok?"
"Jack? Yeah I'm fine. How the hell did u get into my house?" I say.
"Can u come out first?"
Damn. What do I do now? I take a towel, turn on the sink and wash the blood off my tile flooring. Then i wash my hands and wrist. I pull down my sleeves and unlock the door, opening it to see a very worried Jack.
"Hey." I say.
"I'm sorry about your door. I just wanted to make sure your ok...are you?"
"Why wouldn't I be? My boyfriend is moving to PARIS. I'm just fricken great." I say sarcastically. I walk past him and sit on my bed. My wrist still burns. I should have put a band-aid on it or something.
"Kim..." He wines. "You know I would never leave you if I had the choice. I want to stay! And I want to be with you. I love you."
I turn away at those words. I can't love him anymore, can I? It seems almost impossible.
"Hey. Look at me." He grabs my wrist, luckily my left one and pulls me up. He kisses me but I pull away quickly.
"How can we kiss when your leaving in 13 days?" I whisper.
He lets go of me and groans in frustration. He starts pacing fast around my room.
"What do you want from me? I told you I can't do anything about the situation. Why can't we just enjoy these last few days together?"
I don't know how to respond to that. So I say nothing.
"You're really not making this any easier on me. Don't you want to spend as much time together as possible before-" He stops talking. "Kim..." He quickly grabs my right wrist and pulls up the sleeve. I cry out.
I'm able to get my wrist back from him. I clutch the open wounds with my other hand. "I think you should go." I tell Jack.
"You're hurting yourself because of me an you want me to leave? You're just going to go back into the bathroom and-"
"JACK LEAVE! Just go to Paris now and leave me alone." I start to cry and run into the bathroom before Jack can say anything else. And then I lock the door, pull out the razor, and continue cutting, as If Jack was never here.
But then I go to deep and I scream out loud. Louder than I thought I would scream.
"KIM! Please stop!" He yells while banging on my door. I must have cut really, really deep because blood was going everywhere. I scream again while using the towel to put pressure on the cut. The bathroom starts getting fuzzy and I fell onto the floor, hitting my head on the hard tile. I can still hear Jack yelling my name.
"Jack help me!" I don't know how loud it was or if Jack even heard me, but I hoped he did. Because then my world turned black.
Hope this chapter wasn't too...you know, graphic and gross. Lemme know what you think and please review! Thanks and good night 'merica.
**Crazyz216