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I was vaguely aware of the sound of a window shattering and then someone walking into my room. I didn't really care about anything at this point. Nothing mattered. I heard Wren screaming in my ear but I didn't listen to his voice. I knew I should, I knew. I had to listen, had to stay alive. "Spencer! Listen to me! Spencer!" shouts Wren. I slowly open my eyes. I'm laying in my room under my white carpet now stained red from my wrist. "Wren?" I say weakly. "Spencer! We need to get you to a hospital, now." he says. "no," I say. "I don't want anybody to know about this, please can you stop the bleeding here?"

Wren seemed to understand but was obviously not happy about it, he didn't like the idea of me not going to a hospital when I needed stitches, but then again it's not like he's never made exceptions for me before. "Okay, but we need to hurry, I'm going to carry you to the car and we can drive to my place, I have more supplies there," says Wren. "Okay," I say weakly. Wren carries me bridal style and I lean my head against his chest. I noticed for the first time that my wrist was wrapped up with a strip of his shirt, I wondered when he did that. Maybe I had gone unconcious?

We had been in the car for about thirty seconds when I began to notice the throbbing pain in my wrist. I started crying silently because the pain became unavoidable. I hoped Wren wouldn't hear but he was sitting a foot away from me, he turned to me. "Spencer, what's wrong?" I tried to cover it up and say nothing but the pain was getting worst. "My wrist," I cried. Wren again seemed to understand and drove faster, "I might have some painkillers at my place but if it's hurting you alot you have to go to the hospital and they can give you anestesia," he says. I shook my head, nobody could find out about this.

We drove up to Wren's house and he carried me inside, he placed me on the couch and ran to get something, a black doctors bag. "I don't have any painkillers Spencer, but I really need to stitch up your wrist." I took a deep breath, knowing all to well what kind of pain was coming my way. "Are you sure?" I nodded.

Wren told me he needed to tie my arm down to the table so I couldn't move it away while he was adressing my cut. I reculantly agreed. "Ready?" he asked. "Yes," I said. He started to uncover my cut when all I saw was black.

I was waking up slowly, I looked up at the ceiling, confused; I looked down at my wrist, which was covered in gauze. "Spencer?" says Wren. "Are you alright?" Instead of answering I put my head in my hands and start to cry. There was just too much going on and I couldn't take it anymore. I felt arms go around me and realized they were Wren's, he was whispering comforting words in my ear. When my breakdown was over Wren asked me what happened.

"It was nothing," I say. "You almost killed yourself," says Wren. "Spencer I want to help," Wren looks at me, and I am just so tired of all the secrets and lies and decide that the best thing in this moment is the truth.

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