Chapter 5: Maybe

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**Jake's POV**
I walked inside my house and saw my father on the couch watching sports as usual. He didn't even notice me walk in so I went straight up to my room. I sat on my bed and had a number of mixed emotions. I wanted to go back to Clara's to make sure she was ok. Losing a best friend is never easy. But I didn't wanna bother her because she did say she was gonna be ok. Still, a part of me just needed to go and check on her and make sure she wasn't gonna hurt herself. I decided to just drop by anyway. It couldn't hurt just to see if she was doing alright. As I was grabbing my shoes I looked out my window to see something I wish I didn't see. It was Clara. She was cutting herself. Her arm and her thighs were bleeding. I ran out of my house without a jacket on straight to Clara's. She wasn't okay. I never should've left her.
I rushed to Clara's front door. It was freezing out, but it didn't matter. I banged on the door as loud as I could.

"CLARA!" I yelled. All the neighbors could probably hear me as I pounded on her door shouting. She wasn't answering. I had to get to Clara somehow. I jiggled the doorknob and thankfully it was unlocked. I rushed upstairs to Clara's room where I heard a Pierce the Veil song blasting on full volume. I was too late. Clara's left arm and thighs were covered in cuts and blood was dripping on her bed. She slowly started to pass out. I ran to her bed with tears in my eyes.

"Oh my god, Clara. I'm so sorry." She was barely conscious. She was still breathing, but her eyes could barely stay open.

"Jake..." she whispered.

"Clara c'mon. Stay with me, you're gonna be okay. I never should've left you. Please just hang on." I ran to her bathroom and grabbed some towels and bandages. I wrapped her arm and her thighs in the towels to try and stop the bleeding. They were deep cuts. I tried to hold back tears, but it wasn't easy. I held her in my arms doing my best to stop the bleeding. Clara had already passed out. She was still breathing though. She needed to rest. I wrapped her arm and her legs in bandages. I did my best to put a pair of sweatpants on her and put a blanket over her resting body. I stroked her soft face and kissed her head. She was gonna be okay. I didn't know how I was gonna explain to her what happened when she woke up finding herself covered in bandages with me in her house. Hopefully she wouldn't think I was a stalker or anything. I quickly turned off her speakers and charged her phone so she could sleep then cuddled up next to her and fell asleep.

**Clara's POV**

I woke up the next morning feeling pain all over my body. I saw my arm and thighs were covered in bandages. I could barely remember anything that happened last night. All I remembered was Gabby's bloody body in the car crash and dragging my blade across my arm and my thighs. Sometimes, the clearest memories can be the ones that trigger your pain, but what can you do to stop it?

I opened my eyes and turned to my right side to find Jake asleep next to me with his arm around me. At first I was confused as to why he was even in my room. But I didn't mind all that much. I was glad he was here because after all the shit that happened last night, I needed someone to talk to and just cuddle with. I snuggled up closer to Jake and softly put my head on his chest. He pulled me closer and then started to wake up.

"Morning." he looked down at me and smiled.

"How you get here?" I laughed a little then sat up. I saw him blush slightly as he sat right up next to me. "Haha I'm just teasing, sort of. What happened last night? After the whole thing when we came home." Of course we both knew what the thing was, but neither of us reminded each other of what happened last night.

"It's a weird story.' he lightly chuckled. "But I saw through your window...you were hurting yourself. I got worried so I ran here and well, your door was unlocked so I came upstairs. You passed out from all the blood you lost and well...you know the rest." He looked away and looked like he was about to cry.

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