(Trigger warning. If you get triggered easily DO NOT READ this chapter! 😳 Very sensitive language in here)
Grace's POV:
I sit on my bed sobbing. All the thoughts start rushing through my head:
"Stop behaving so childish"
"Your worthless"
"No one needs you"
"Just die"
Your ugly"
"Your just a problem"
"Don't ruin Shawn and Cams friendship"
"Everything's your fault"
'Stop,' I scream, 'just stop.' The thoughts keep rushing through my head. I stand up, knocking my guitar onto the floor. I go into the bathroom and start digging through my cupboard. Eventually I find what I'm looking for:
My bestfriend. My saviour. My razor.
I sit down on the bathroom floor and twirl the razor blade in my hands. I promised the guys I would stop. Oh well... I start cutting my wrists. The blood runs down my arms. It's bright red creating little trails on my tan skin.
"No one needs you"
I stand up shakily. I can make out some sort of banging but it sounds distant. I look through my cupboard once again. I grab the container of pain killers. Can pain killers kill you? Well hopefully.
"No one loves you"
I open the cap with my shaking hands. I pour the contents into my hand. Nervously I shove them into my mouth. I force myself to swallow. I collapse on the floor being unable to stand.
My vision starts becoming hazy. I see my bedroom door slam open and a figure run towards me. I start closing my eyes as blackness invades my sight.
"Grace don't leave me I can't lose you both"
(A/N: who do you think found Grace? And who else might this person lose? Find out in the next chapter)
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Letters To Them
FanfictionThis is about a girl who writes letters to the MagCon boys about her struggles in life. Hope you enjoy. It haves very serious issues so don't read if you can't handle, drugs, alcohol, violence, abuse.
