"You had it yesterday Laney... If you can't manage to play something as simple as this you should just leave. Grojband doesn't need you." Her eyes widened as Corey spoke to her, his voice cold but filled with cruel humor. He was enjoying this.
"I can't believe you aren't capable of doing this, how helpless are you?" She watched as the twins glared at her, making sure she was able to hear their whispers.
"She's such a bitch, I'm glad we're kicking her out."
"It's about time isn't it?"
"You're so useless Laney, just get out of here, nobody needs you here, and we sure as hell don't want you here. You let the band down," Corey scoffed. "Pathetic, worthless girl."
Laney's eyes shot open as she looked around the dark room, the screen of the television stuck repeating the movies credits. She looked towards Corey, his head resting against his shoulder as he slept, a light snore escaping his lips. Her hands trembled as she pushed the blanket off her, the nightmare's words re-running in her head. She swung her legs onto the ground, her toes touching the white carpeting as she snuck out of the living room and down the hall, stumbling over her feet while she searched the darkness for the bathroom.
She ran into the small room, shutting the door behind her and switching on the light; she clutched the counter for support, her legs begging to give out, tears streaming down her face and mixing with her sweat. What the hell is wrong with me?
She took the knife from her bra, and pushed her shirt up, she held it with her teeth as she let the blade cut into her hip, watching as the blood slid down her skin, the crimson streams contrasting with her pale skin. Her hip was mauled, covered in blood and cuts, she took a washcloth and applied pressure to the cuts littered across her skin, trying to stop the bleeding. She stood, waiting for the blood flow to slow, she waited, and waited until her vision became blurred and forced her to sit on the toilet seat.
A knock sounded on the door startling her, "Lanes, you okay?"
"Uh, y-yeah, just a sec!" She called, putting the dirty cloth into the trash and pushing her shirt down to try to hide the bloody mess she had made. "O...Okay you can come in."
Corey didn't waste time barging into the small bathroom, and taking his time to inspect her body, looking at her wrist through the hoodie, there was no blood, she was fine. He turned his gaze towards the sink, and his eyes quickly spotted the bloodied knife. Laney mentally cursed herself for being so stupid. He picked it up, blood dripping down and splattering on the ground; he dropped it back to the counter and grabbed her hands, pushing the jacket off her shoulders and forcing it to fall behind her. He stared at her wrist, but nothing was new, he turned his gaze to hers. "Where?" It was one word, and it scared her to death, but she simply shook her head. "Laney you have to tell me where the hell you-" He cut himself off when he noticed the red stain appearing on the shirt he let her borrow. He kneeled in front of her, pushing the shirt up despite her protests, the sight scared him, he cursed under his breath and reached into the cabinet under the sink, pulling out another towel and pushing it against her skin.
Corey dug for through searching for anything he could use to clean her wound, settling on hydrogen peroxide he poured it onto her side, before re-applying pressure to the cuts. "Laney... What happened?"
She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears again as she tried to keep her breathing steady, "I could have done this Core... You don't need to stay here."
He glared at her, "when are you going to understand that you're not in this alone? Laney I'm not going to leave you, ever."
"That's stupid, of course you're going to leave, everyone does." She spit, as Corey began to cover the cuts with patches of gauze.
He stopped and looked at her, "then I guess that makes me not everyone." He gave her a very Corey type of smile that made her heart skip a beat before turning back to the project at hand. It was quiet as he finished working, before sighing and sitting back against the wall. "You really scared me there Lanes..."
"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She whispered, pushing the shirt back into place, "I just..." She sighed, "never mind."
"You just what?" He looked at her, waiting for her to continue her unfinished thought, when she didn't respond he stood up and pulled her carefully towards his room.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm not going to let you sleep in that, I'll give you another shirt that's clean." He said rifling through his clothes and finding another shirt and giving it to her. She thanked him and turned around, replacing the dirty shirt with the clean one.
"Corey... I... I'm really sorry." She said slowly, pulling her hoodie back on, he looked at her smiling.
"You need help, you don't have to thank me for that Lanes, like I said, I'll always be here for you."