Life

IX

'I'm doing this for you.' My boyfriend told me, while cutting my wrist open with a razor.

I could only nod through the pain, even if i did say something it would end with that blade on my stomach.

'Don't worry love - when I am finished with you, it will all feel better again, love. I promise.' I whimpered

He cut another deep gash on my wrist, and another one. 

He only stopped when there were 5 big gashes on each wirst, litered with hundreds of scars.

'Come here, love. I have this medicine that will make it all better, im just gonna go fetch it from upstairs. Okay?'

'Okay' I replay.

He went up the stairs and just after he was out of my view, I ran to grab my coat and dash out of the door.

I was about to go when the injection was stabbed into my shoulder. 

I kicked him in the stomach and ran out of the door before he could catch me.

I ran to the only place I knew.

The only person I actually loved, but he forgot about me after an accident. Now he thinks I'm his rival

I ran and knocked on the door to be let in. He opened the door two minutes later, I was already drowsy by then.

He saw me and invited me in without question.

'What did you take?' He asked

'Nothin' the sentence sounded sleepy.

'Yh, right. What was it, Cocaine?' 

'No, I swear I didn't take anything' My voice was slured, I pulled the sleeves of my coat up. Mistakenly reaveling the cuts.

'Why did you cut yourself?' He asked gently

'I didn't.'

'Stop lying to me, I have eyes.' He sounded angry.

'I swear' 

'Serious-' This was the last thing I heard before losing consciousness 

He sounded devastated 

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[Word Count - 387]

A/N - I might do a second part to this