I Still Care - A ChilledMexican FanFiction

Chapter One

A/N This book contains explicit language, sexual content, and trigger moments. If you are sensitive to any of these things, leave now. This is my first ChilledMexican Fanfiction. I hope you guys enjoy this. Thanks. Also, I have nothing against anyone in this story.

???'s PoV

None of them cared. Renee left me. She cheated on me too. She ripped my fucking heart out of my chest. All the abuse as a child. My stupid fucking parents hitting me for nothing. The daily whips, the privileges, the starving. I didn't get to eat at my house. That wasn't something I could ever do. Not with my druggy parents. That's what led me here. Sitting in the bathtub with the blade in my hand. I'd done this before, but I'd never gone this far. The scars lined my wrist. They didn't leave me. They just reminded me of shitty times.

I was always a depressed child. I never talked to people. I was a loner who sat alone for lunch and never got a partner. I was so depressed that I lost motives to do everything. I gave up on school and went through with barley passing grades. I was always bullied. My parents never cared though. They only talked to me when they were yelling at me. The teachers never cared either. No one cared, so no one noticed. I was crying by now, thinking about the past. I didn't know if it was from happiness or sadness. I'd finally be able to leave. Then my phone went off. I took a deep breath and looked at the caller ID. It read Anthony. A picture of his face was by it. I wiped my eyes and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Max. So, do you remember how I said I was going to move to Colorado?" Chilled asked. I didn't answer, but I did remember. "Yeah. So, I'm here. I just got to my house and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. My stuff won't arrive until tomorrow, so I need something to do. You want to?"

"Chilled, I can't. It was nice of you to call, though. I'm ending it. Goodbye," I said, trying my best not to cry. I set the phone down on the edge of the tub and relaxed. The water was up high, tinted with red. I squeezed the blade in my hand, making more blood drop in. I set it on my wrist, pushed down, and pulled across. Blood slowly bubbled around the wound and started oozing down my arm. I went on the same cut, but this time pushed down harder. I screamed at the new pain. I'd never gone this far. Soon the pain turned to relief. I went into my other wrist, splitting my veins. My brain felt lazy as dark spots appeared in my vision. The water below me was now a dark red.

"Max? I'm coming buddy," I heard someone scream. I looked over at my phone, realizing I had never ended the call. I pushed the razor into my legs before setting it down. Now blood seemed to be everywhere. I set my arms under water and closed my eyes. The darkness grabbed me and everything stopped. I was gone.