grenades; parkbomb

{chapter 11}

-Parkers POV-

I wake up locked in Liam's grasp again, and I manage to once again stand up without waking him.

I head to the bathroom to shower, and as I turn on the water I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My hair has gotten darker, it's more of a light brown than dirty blonde now. My eyes have dark purple bags under them, and the pattern from the couch is imprinted on my cheek.

I snatch my toothbrush from the green plastic cup that sits next to the sink and brush my teeth. I can still taste Liam's lips.

When I lift up my head from the small sink, the mirror is fogged up and the room has gotten a lot hotter.

I quickly undress myself and get into the shower to meet a hot sensation on my neck. I jump and quickly move out of the way of the thick water stream and turn down the hot water.

Once I find a comfortable temperature, I quickly shower, then step out of the tub, watching my step because the side of it is so high.

I run my hot, pruned fingers through my freshly washed hair, and look at myself in the mirror. It seems as if every time I look at myself, a bit of self confidence drains out of me.

I continue to scold myself in the mirror, listing all of my imperfections.

Wierd eyes.

Crooked teeth.

Skinny arms.

Fat stomach.

Ugly face.

"Why does he accept me?" I whisper.

I think my grenade has been thrown.

Youre so ugly. Annoying.

Do everyone a favor. Do it.

I lean down, and quietly open the bathroom drawer, cautious not to wake Liam.

I pick up a blue, neatly folded towel and open it. I see light reflect off the silver blade that sits inside the towel.

I silently close the drawer and stand up.

Do it. You deserve it.

I press the blade to my wrist. I press and press. Harder and harder.

I continue to press until I see a splash of red escape my arm.

I slash again, right under the small cut.

No one even likes you.

Youre worthless!

This voice wont stop. I continue to slash until I reach my elbow. Then, switch to my other arm.

Blood starts to drip from my arm that now looks like a bloody zebra, so I quickly lean over the sink, not realizing how close my crotch was to the sink.

I slam my croth into the granite counter top, and a yell escapes my mouth.

I bend over, and my head slams onto the faucet, then the granite.

You deserved it!

I hear a thump come the living room, and fast foot steps.

"Parker!"

I see the door open, and Liam's face. He looks at me, horrified. Blood everywhere.

Then everything turns dark.

Finally.

-Liam's POV-

I wake up, and feel the ghost of Parker's hair under my nose. Quiet footsteps, then the bathroom door silently closing.

I open my eyes and am nearly blinded by the sunlight bursting through the thin blinds.

I stretch my arm to the coffee table and grab my phone and scroll through twitter.

After a while, the bathroom goes silent. I look away from my phone and listen to try and infer what exactly is going on.

I hear a very wierd noise, and a quick breath.

This continues for about 10 minutes, and by then Im sitting up.

I hear a thud, a yell, then another thud, and another yell.

I jump up and sprint to the bathroom.

"Parker!"

I slam open the door to find Parker lying on the ground, eyes puffy, holding his head. His wrist is bloody, lines all the way down it. A very bloody razor is on the floor next to him.

Im not sure what to think. This doesnt feel real.

Parker is staring at me, when his eyes slowly close.

And thats when it begins again. The grenades.