Till It Last (Shattered#2)

Chapter#6

| Ian Morgan |

*Trigger warning*

Biting my tongue, I let it bleed.

The drip drip of blood somewhat sickening and calming. It was something I could control. The pinpricks of pain shot up and down my arm but I was too far gone to actually feel it.

All that mattered was. .

I was standing on the edge and it thrilled me.

The tiny cut on my upper wrist was deepening rapidly , I clenched my fist. . making the blood spurt out.

It did sound too much but really it was nothing to what I had done.

Glancing at the bloodied blade on the marble floor, my insides thrashed to grab it again and give myself deep gashes. Go inside. Pull out all my veins. Let the madness consume me but I squeezed my eyes shut as the drip drip went on and off in the background.

One year back, I used to have long jagged cuts on my arms and now when the urge to destroy myself creeped up, a tiny cut would suffice.

It was enough to feed the growing monster in me.

To anyone out there, I seemed to have everything in the world. Morgan Mart, Morgan salons, Morgan Digital World. .yeah. I did kind of seem to have everything and I should have been happy.

Happiness comes willingly.

No one owns it.

Money can't buy you peace now can it?

Done with the fun, done with getting my kind of ecstasy. .I got up from the toilet seat to get the first aid box.

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Dinner at Morgan residence was quiet and a lovely visual of a picture perfect family. The head of the family , my mother , with her severely pulled back bun and pearls adorning her neck , she had the control of our lives.

She thought she had.

But she didn't.

And then my big brothers , Liam and Nell were the epitome of obedience. They talked when she wanted, they laughed when she did. .two puppets dancing to please the master—

"Ian?"

The curt voice pulled the brakes of my inner musings.

"Yeah?" I said , piling up some pasta on my plate.

A heavy sigh was hurled my way.

"It's yes mother."

I took a spoonful of pasta in my mouth and muched as I said ," Yes mother?"

Mother kept staring at me like she didn't know where she went wrong with me, our eyes identical but our thoughts weren't.

"Don't talk with your full mouth. Ian, can you please not ruin the dinner for once?" Her voice was loaded with ice.

The clinging of forks on plates kept going on in the background as my brothers acted like I didn't exist.

I widened my eyes.

"I'm not ruining anything you want. I'm having safe sex, my grades are steady with coloring social life. I'm treated like a social pharaoh. .see? I'm not ruining a thing here." I laced my voice with disbelief. "Liam, tell her."

Liam was three years older than me with an acing career in digital marketing that mother piled on him. He wanted to be an international photographer but—

"Ian, stop being a child." He said while mixing the beans on his plate, his eyes on his food.

"Live a little , brother. Even the food on your plate is of her choice." I chuckled darkly seeing him stiffen.

"Enough." Mother's voice rose in the deadly silent room and her nostrils flared , I could picture steam blowing out if her ears.

"Off to your room now." She used her CEO voice on me and I had to fought the urge to roll my eyes.

I pushed back my chair in a loud screeching manner and got up.

"Who wants to eat with you anyways." I smirked seeing her face turned beet red while her minions kept munching on food.

For a crazy minute, I wanted to scream. Yell at her. Shake her up and tell her hey mother! Guess what? Your son has been cutting himself because he couldn't cope up with the trauma!

But then that would be too much for her glass castle.

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| Hailey Pickett |

Beach is where life is.

The beach we had was swell but . .I had weird choices in life. I didn't like the beach in day or evening when hundred of half naked people are soaking up the sun. .i hate crowd.

I like the beach at night.

The soft breeze would play with my hair and the waves would brush past my feet. .sometimes I liked to stay behind and simply watch the waves crash against the shore. I never tell anyone about coming here because I want to be alone. The last time I came here was to break up with Jake.

All we did was a lousy kiss. And that's when I decided to part ways. To be honest, I didn't want to be with Jake but the pressure to have a boyfriend got me. And I did a little experiment on Jake.

Instantly regretted it right away.

Crossing my arms across my chest, the wind pushed back my hair gently, the scent of salt so palpable in the air as the waves frothed on the shore. It wasn't dark thanks to the lights installed for night vision. Everything was fine and dandy until I spotted a tall figure being dangerously close to the waves.

The waves were gaining height and the figure didn't bother stepping back as they crashed viciously against the shore.

Just when I was contemplating to call the police, the figure took another step towards the dark sea.

My heart dropped to my stomach.

Sucide. .I was watching a sucide attempt!

Without another thought, I sprinted towards the figure. My breaths hard and my legs straining to catch up. I had one horrible thought running in my head.

If I didn't save them, the regret would kill me!

Knowing someone died in front of you . . .it was too much to take.

"Don't you dare!" I managed to yell in between the running marathon. I was no athlete! I barely jogged or exercised! The meat on my thighs was jiggling and for a minute I forgot all about the sucide.

Had to hit the gym!

The wind whooshed, pushing me back and I pushed back my hair angrily. If he died, I was gonna stomp on his body!

The speed I was on . . .its kinda hard to halt suddenly.

All I knew was, I went barreling in and gasped when my body hit a wall and a filthy curse burned my ears—my body collided with his—yes it was a he since I couldn't feel the boobs—and strong arms wrapped around my waist trying to break the force of the collision but he was too late.

The both of us crashed on to the shore!

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