Thomas Sangster (a collection of short stories)

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Your POV

@ {your twitter name} is such a bitch, Thomas is too good for her.

@ {Y/T/N} so it's official? Eww I don't ship it.

@ {Y/T/N} I can't believe Thomas choose you , OMG you're so fat and ugly.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I scroll down my twitter feed. I am not good enough for Thomas? Maybe they're right, maybe I am fat and ugly and maybe worthless. I haven't ate since the past 2 weeks and I've been clean for 4 days. Clean? Let's change that.

I walk over to the bathroom and closed the door. I took out the blades from my secret hiding place ; hoping Thomas won't see them.

I sat inside the bathtub and pulled up my sleeve as I let the cold sharp metal object press against my skin. I bit my lip to ease the pain and to restrain myself from screaming.

One is for being fat , two is for being ugly , three is for being worthless ,four is for being not good enough for Thomas and so on, until it was my 13th cut. At this point massive amounts of blood dripped down my arm, onto the tub and slowly draining.

My vision was getting blurry , my head was spinning I felt like I was about to puke my insides out. When all of a sudden a palace of darkness took over my sight.

*

I woke up to the wet-cold feeling of something damping onto my wrist.

"Argh" I grunted as the cloth touched my scared wrist.

"Sorr- Ah you're awake, how are you feeling?" I look up to see Thomas criss-crossed siting on the floor beside the couch; where I'm laying down.

"Never felt better, so you're home?" it came out more as a question rather than a statement.

"Yeah. Moreover when I came home I thought you went out or something, but when it started to get late I called you and you left your phone" he sighs before continuing "I didn't panic because maybe you were stuck in a traffic jam, so then I decided to go take a wee, that's when I saw your unconscious body on the tub."

"I-I'm sorry Tom" I apologised I felt guilty for what I did, it must've been a shock for Thomas seeing me like that.

"I was terrified of coarse I mean who wouldn't be? I checked if you were still breathing and to my luck you were. Let's not forget about the bloody wrist and tub y/n you promised me no cuts and so I carried you here" he continued to clean my bloody arm.

"I'm sorry y/n this isn't your fault , don't believe them because I know they're wrong, very wrong" he says with a smile.

I glanced over to the table to see my phone on top of it. Shit.

"I'm sorry, I promise no more cutting from now on"

"No y/n! You keep saying that, even though I kno- you know it's going to be another lie"

"I'm sorry"

"Stop saying sorry , because it's starting to feel like your "sorry" doesn't mean anything"

"...I'm sorry..." I whisper.

"Jus- sigh - I don't think this relationship will last any longer y/n, we both can't do this anymore"

"What're you trying to say?" I asked ,he wants to call it quits?

"I'm saying that we need a break from each other, I'm breaking up with you" Thomas wraps the cloth around my wound , before standing up.

"Please don't" I attempted to sit up ,but failed ,my head still hurts.

"It's all for the best y/n" Thomas went upstairs, I heard him opening his closets and zipping up his bag. He quickly ran downstairs and out the door. He's gone.

*1 week passed*

It has been officially a week since Thomas left me and I've been nothing but a mess.

*ding dong*

I opened the door to see Dylan my best of friend,I haven't seen him in a while.

"Babe I've missed you!" Dylan immediately hugged me.

"You might regret doing that"I said smiling a bit.

"Yeah wh- oh yep I see, y/n you smell" he jumps back holding up his nose exaggerating.

"I haven't taken a bath in 5 days I've beaten your record Mr." I put my hands on my waist giving up a proud aura.

"Yeah as much as I'm happy about that , you need to take a bath" Dylan carries me bridal style ,closing the door with his feet and carried me upstairs to the bathroom.

"But Dylan I'm too lazy" I jump off his arm sitting on the closed toilet seat.

"Oh please that's not going to work this time" he quickly motioned over me taking off my top leaving me with only my shorts and bra on.

"I hate you" I stated.

"Thanks...dude you cut?" His eyes rested on my wrist. Oh fuck.

"I guess so" I place my hand behind my back.

"But you've never cut, you've never ever cut until Thomas" he is now looking at me , but I quickly look down at my feet.

"Oh y/n" he hugged me once more "you're warm" he says releasing me.

"Now go take your cloths off and take a bath and after we can go out or something,yeah?"
The thing I love about Dylan is that he doesn't make a big deal out of everything instead he tries and make you forget it.

"Na-uh what if I don't want to take off my clothes?" I smirked.

"Naughty" he chuckles before leaping onto me again, not so long enough we were having a tickle fight in the washroom until a voice interrupted us.

"Eh-hem"

Dylan and I instantly stopped what we were doing. I was still half naked nothing but only a bra covering up my diamonds. Thomas was standing outside the bathroom door, his face filled with rage and anger.

"What the bloody hell is going in ere'?" He shouts and you-" Thomas looked at me as if I was a prostitute "why aren't you dressed properly?" Thomas grabbed on my scared wrist leading me outside.

"Argh Thomas you're hurting m-me let me go" I jerked back my hand ,but he was gripping it tight, I fact it was so tight some of my scars started to bleed again.

"You're hurting her you dumb prick" before I knew it Dylan punched Thomas in his ribs as he finally let me go- Dylan retrieving me.

"Thanks" I say.

"You're wris-"

"Yeah don't worry I'll just patch em up" I went to bathroom to get my fist aid kit and took out three band aids.

Thomas stood up placing his hand to where Dylan had punched him, for a second I almost felt badly for him, almost.

"Why do you even care anyway?" I retorted.

"You know what just leave, leave like the day you left me helplessly lying on the couch when you knew that I was on my breaking point" soon enough tears started to drip down my face.

"Just leave mate" Dylan hugged me- protectively.

"Shit" Thomas cusses before leaving.

*

"Thanks for visiting Dylan!" I kissed his cheek "yeah, anything for my best friend" he let go of my waist before leaving.

I closed the door and went to my bedroom. I jumped on the bed, took my iPod and earphones and listened to Greek Tragedy by The Wombats. Sleep slowly taking over me.

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Wow I think this is my longest chapter yet!
I just felt like all off my chapters were short so ya here ya go!

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