This is a story about you and Blackbear, how you met, both of your troubles and about how you and him fall in love. (includes depression, harm, laughter, fooling around and smut)
¨its all my fault, only if i just did what he told me¨sarah said crying.¨heyo its not your fault ok¨i said back trying to calm her down ¨but it is my fault if i just didnt say anything or did anything then bear wouldnt had to fight that bitch and then he wouldnt had hurt his stomach, plus his chronic pancreatitis just made it worse¨ sarah managed to say while she was crying.
i was just holding her while dom was just holding her shaky hands. we was just at the hospital. the hospital gave me bad vibes. i never really liked it in here. i just hope bear just gets better so we could all get the hell outta here.
Sarahs p.o.v
the doctor said that we had to go home and come back tomorrow so they drove me home. they asked me if i wanted them to stay but i told them no. so i was siting in my room and i open my phone and i had 1501 tweets from fans asking what happend at the grammy awards and i just broked down crying again. after an hour of crying i just desided to make a tweet.
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@Bunnybae: i cant live if he wont wake up....i just wanna die right now....😭💔🔪
@babydoll: omg hunny whats wrong - @hater: go kill yourself - @faker: your the reason he is hurt lmfao - @flower:go and kill yourself its all your fault he might die... and 60 others commented on your post
i just wanted to die. i miss him, even if me and him knew each other for not even 3 days yet. i was reading through the comments while crying. people said i should go and kill myself. some people was trying to make me feel better. i was now starting to think i should just end my life. maybe that would be better. everytime i come close to someone they would always leave me or they would just hurt me. but now its because of me. only if i didnt leave bears side there would not been a fight. i stood up from my bed and went to my bathroom. i opend my cabinet and seen my old friend. my broken razor with only the blad. i picked it up and looked at myself in the mirror and slowly sunk the blad into my arm.
¨your stupid¨ ¨your dumb¨ ¨no one will love you¨ ¨everyone wants you dead¨ ¨you made him get hurt¨ ¨he is in the hospital because of you¨ ¨your the reason everyone is hurt¨ ¨they just want to use you¨ i said to myself as tears fell on my face
i kept cuting deeper and deeper into my skin until i started to feel light headed and cold. i cuted more cuts all over my arms. i slowly lost my balance and fell onto the floor. the last thing i seen was s shadow of someone running over to me. the last thing i remember me saying was
