Emily's pov
Tw: swearing, self harm, attempted suicide, sex jokes.
"Fuck! Keiran that hurts!" I gasp in pain. "Sorry. Your cuts have to be cleaned." "Sure..."
The awkward silence filled the room.
"Hey Em. Are all these scars from your dad?" He questions.
"Yes!" I say a little too quickly for it to be believable.
"Emily." He says softly. It hurts me to lie to Keiran but I have to. I'm not ready to tell him.
Keiran forced me to clean out my cuts. We are sitting in the bathroom together.
I wince as a sharp pain courses through my body. "Bro. If I feel that pain one more time I'm gonna shove a watermelon up your asshole." I threaten.
"Emily. If you threaten me one more time in gonna tie you to a chair and shove Oreos down your throat until you choke and die." Keiran jokingly threatens.
"Dont test me Keiran. I will shove an entire can of alphaghettis up your nose."
"Okay okay. Damn "
He places the cotton ball on my leg. "Last one." He says while biting his bottom lip.
"Fuck! Keiran! That's it, I'm gonna shove a fork up your fucking asshole." I say, whispering the last part.
I hear a bang on the door. "Keiran? Stop having sex in there so I can pee!" I hear somebody say from outside the door.
"Um." I roll my eyes. "We're not fucking."
"Is that why you just screamed Fuck Keiran!?"
"He's cleaning my cuts!"
"Cuts? Emily?" The door slams open. Keirans mother stands there, observing my scarred body. "Oh Em. Why didn't you tell me? Who did it? You or someone else?"
I stay silent. Im not ready to tell her. "Emily! Answer me please."
"Everyone please go away." I whimper. The amount of people asking about me made me think. I need to make myself feel again. I need a mental health break.
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Once everyone leaves, I go underneath the cupboard and grab one of Keiran's moms razors. I slowly and quietly remove the blade.
I hear Keiran say. "For the last time Kyle, I don't like your sister!"
I start to softly cry. I take the razor and slash the inside of my sensitive wrist. Blood pools out of my skin and onto the floor. Wow. I've bled before but not like this. I cut again. I can actually feel again. It hurts, to have my crush say out loud that he doesn't like me. "Fuck." I let out one more curse word before everything went black.
Keirans pov
I knock on the door. "Em. Wanna go get some ice cream?" No response. I slowly open the door. I gasp in shock.
She's dead. Please say she's not dead.
She is passed out on the floor in a pool of blood. I shouldn't have left her alone.
"FUCK! MOM, I KINDA NEED YOU!" I scream while dialing 911. My mom runs in and we take her to the hospital in an ambulance.
While at the hospital I group call Kyle and Kylie.
"So uh, hi guys." I say awkwardly
"Why'd you call dickhead?" Kylie asks bluntly.
"Jeez sorry. Thought you would wanna know that Emily committed suicide in my bathroom."
"What the fuck?!" They both say in unison. They both hang up.
I look over at Emily. She isn't breathing. All of the sudden I see her chest rise and fall. She is breathing! "Mom!" I say and point at Em. All of the sudden Kylie and Kyle burst in.
"Why did you leave her alone?! She's a dumb bitch but I love her."
I cry softly at the sight of all the cuts on her wrists.
Her eyes flutter open. "Keiran? I thought I was dead?"
"Nope. How could you do that in my bathroom? I thought I lost you for a minute."
"You don't like me anyways. Why do you care so much?"
"Because I love you Emily. That's why. And do you know what? You almost left us all. Why do you have to be such a bitch all the time?"
"I heard you tell Kyle you don't like me. And that hurts because I'm falling for you."
I gasp and grab her hands.
"Please don't punch me for this.." I whisper as I lean in to kiss her.
Holy mother of fucking god. This chapter is dark but I kind of like it.
