I'm sitting on my plush bed tearing up all of my photos.
Not just any photos-photos of Lucas and I. Photos of my best-friend since our first dance class.
You see, Lucas and I had the relationship everyone yearned for, but now that relationship is over; and it is all Ellie's fault.
That little bitch.
Ever since Lucas and her started dating things have been different. Lucas became more and more distant; he stopped sitting with me at lunch; and stopped talking to me at dance.
Ellie approached me last week and told me I was "no longer to talk or hang with Lucas". She also forbade me from speaking of anything that she said.
Now I have lost my best-friend in world.
I go into the bathroom, depressed out of my mind, and struggle to take apart my razor. I move to my tub and use the razor to make three lines. One for me, one for the pain that bitch cause me, and one final, deep one for Lucas. I started losing blood -way too much blood- and just I stared to loose consciousness I saw Lucas run into my bathroom.
I wake up in my bed with my arms bandaged up.
I look around and notice that, 1; Lucas is here and, 2; the pictures of us, that I tore, have been moved.
I look at Lucas with a puzzled look on my face.
"You cut too deep," is all he said.
"Lucas-" my voice cracks. I take a breath, "I'm sorry."
"That's all you have to say? Maddie, you don't want to become part of this world. Trust me; I know," he said as he lifted the sleeve of one of his signature sweaters revealing a row of old cuts. "I haven't cut in almost seven months," he said proudly, "but that is thanks to you. Thanks to the beautiful girl I call my Maddie."
I know I was blushing madly, and I decided sat up. Sat up too quickly, that is. I knew I sat up too quickly because the room kind of swayed then steddied.
He then brought out the photos of us and a pack of tape. "Want to fix these?" he asked.
"Absolutely," I said giving his cheek a quick peck.
I've been told; that once something is torn, it is next to imposible to fix; but with a little tape and a lot of work it can be put back together.
-End of One-Shot-
