A/N Ok this chapter's going to get a little heavy. Just a little warning for those people who are easily upset. etc... You probably shouldn't read on. Thanks again for the great reviews. The lyrics in this chapter are from Evermore's "It's too late". (As well as the title of this story!)
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Abby awoke the next morning to a throbbing headache. Her hair was all over her face, and she slowly sat up, trying to push it off her face. She looked around her bedroom, trying to work out why her bed was still made, and she wasn't sleeping in it. She looked down to see that she still had her clothes and shoes on from last night. She must have just passed out onto the floor when she made it home. She was surprised she even found her way to her bedroom. Most of the time she ends up in the park or in her font yard!
Heaving herself up off the floor, she walked to the bathroom. Splashing some water on her face, she looked in the mirror and saw a very, very hung-over version of herself. Suddenly, she felt the urge to throw up again…
"Abby? Are you ok?" her younger brother asked from behind her.
"I'm fine Eric" she turned to face him…before needing to turn back again.
"You don't look ok." He stated, watching her throw up again into the sink.
"Please Eric. Just go watch TV. I'll be fine in a minute."
He shrugged and went back to watching cartoons.
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Carter woke up the next morning feeling like crap. He'd had hardly any sleep since he'd seen Abby. He'd never seen anyone act like that…ever. It was almost a little scary. Even though he'd only known Abby for a week…he felt as though he'd known her his entire life. The three of them had become quite inseparable, and to see someone he truly cared about like that was strange.
He got out of his bed, and walked down the hallway. The house was quiet, so he was guessing his parents had gone out somewhere. He went to the fridge and decided to make some breakfast. Just as he was about to make it, he changed his mind. He threw the food back, and went back upstairs to get dressed.
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"Do you want some breakfast?" Abby asked after she had had a shower and felt a lot better.
"Breakfast? It's nearly lunchtime!" her brother said back.
"Well are you hungry?"
"No. I had breakfast a while ago."
"Ok then. That was all I was asking." She said, heading back out of the room.
"Hey Abby? Can I go round to the park for a bit? I told Dave I'd meet him there." Eric called to his sister.
"Yeah ok. Whatever"
Abby watched her brother walk out the door, and jump on his bike. She had no idea where her mother was; therefore she was in charge of Eric.
She went back to her room, throwing on some music. As the song began to play, she thought about how much she'd hurt everyone last night. She'd upset Susan for no apparent reason, she'd upset her mother, probably her brother and new to the list…Carter. He didn't deserve to be thrown into this. Things were different with Susan. Even though she was Abby's best friend…she didn't really know everything about her. That was the way Abby liked to keep things with everybody in her life. She didn't mind being close, but her close definitely came with a certain amount of distance. Never once had she cried in front of Susan. As far as her best friend knew, Abby was perfectly happy, with no problems whatsoever. Little did she know of half the things that Abby felt.
Ride on… ride 'til early morning turn
Ride on… like the dawning of the day
it's too late
to let all your feelings show
Go on 'til the night is swept away
Once again, Abby began to cry. She slid down her bedroom wall, tears flowing steadily. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She didn't understand why she felt like this.
Running from the city lights
Running from this empty life
I'm running out of time tonight
Screaming out for help! Help!
Her breathing became more rushed, and now that she had started…the tears weren't going to stop. She was a horrible person. Why was she so selfish? Everyone else could deal with their lives…why the hell couldn't she? She picked up her cell phone angrily, throwing it across the room. It hit the wall with a thud, smashing as it hit the floor.
Slow down you're moving too fast
Go home you'll feel better for it
Oh boy you better stop dreaming it's all in your head
'Cause it's too late now
She suddenly knew what she had to do in order to make herself feel better. Getting up off the floor, she wiped her face, getting rid of the tears. She headed to the bathroom again…searching for what she wanted. It wasn't there. Where on earth had she put it?
She began searching through drawers and cupboards, but couldn't find it anywhere.
Cursing loudly, she went back to her room instead. She opened a small box she had sitting on her shelf. Pulling out a pin, she took a deep breath, and rolled up her sleeve. Putting the pin to her wrist, she dug it in to her flesh, leaving a thin trickle of blood on her skin.
