Hey guys! Sorry for the wait! I'm just super lazy when it comes to typing up the story! Anyway, here's the new chapter!

WARNING: MAY OR MAY NOT BE TRIGGERING!

~Kristina B.

Ugh, my chest hurts. I can;t breathe. I hate this feeling.

Come on, Dawson. Just do it.

I flinched at the sudden voice I heard in my head. Robert.

You and I both know there's no way out. Just do it. You know you want to.

Austin and Rydel left to go get some food, so I'm just here, alone, with my thoughts. I give into the thoughts filling my head, and I make my way into the restroom.

I opened up the cupboard underneath the sink to find a pack of razors.

Do it.

I reach over and grab one. I found a pair of scissors. I used the scissors to pull a blade out.

Go ahead, just do it. We'll all die at one point, why not now? You have nothing to live for. Mom's dead, Dad's in custody and me, well I'm out there somewhere, if you don't do it, I will.

That pushed me over the edge. I dragged the blade across my arm, once then twice, then four more times. It stopped hurting, the physical pain. The emotional pain is all that's overwhelming.

Tears fell down my face, I could hear myself scream. Breathe, Ally. Breathe.

I struggle to take a breath. I sat on that bathroom floor, unable to move. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Austin looked at me, and then looked at my arm. He grabbed the razor from my hand, and he rolled up his sleeve. He began to cut.

"N-no! What are you doing?" I asked.

"This is exactly what you're doing to everyone who care about you, when you cut." He told me, tears in his eyes.

I looked down at his shaky arm as it matched my arm's appearance. Seven cuts.

He grabbed a towel and pressed it down on my arm and I did the same.

We remained silent, cleaning each others cuts. I wrapped a sterile dressing around his arms, and he did the same for me.

I look down, avoiding eye contact. I hear a sniffle, I look up to see him crying.

"I'm sorry that I'm not around when you need me. I just want you to be okay."

It broke my heart seeing him so broken. Is this how he sees me?

I grabbed his hand. "I'm sorry, Austin. It's not your fault, it's m-"

"It's not yours either." he sighs. "Ally, I care about you, and if know this is probably the worst possible time to say this, but I love you. There I said it. I love you. I don't need you to be strong or guarded, I just want you to be okay."

Tears welled up as I shove my face into Austin's chest. I tried to get the words out, to tell him that I loved him too, but all that anyone could hear was straight gibberish.

He chuckled and rubbed my back. "I'm here for you, Ally cat."

I hope you somewhat liked it! Please review and tell me what you think, and what you think might happen next!

~ Kristina B.