I Met Him Online // Malum

Chapter 8

(WARNINGS: SELF HARM)
-Michael

1 week later~

It was a week later, and Calum still hasn't answered any of my texts. I would try calling him but it would go straight to voice mail. I even tried Skyping him, but he would never come online. I really miss him. He was the only thing that made me happy. And now I'm never going to get to talk to him again. 

I wiped viciously at the tears that were streaming down my face. Why am I such a fuck up? Why do I always have to ruin things? Why do the most important people in my life always slip away? It's because of me... I'm a disgrace... Nobody likes me... I bet Calum was just lying saying that he liked me... Nobody wants me here... There's no point for me here... I wasn't supposed to be here... So why am I even still here?

I quickly got off of my bed, and walked into my bathroom, looking for two specific things. My blade and pills. I smiled when I found them. I sat criss cross on the floor and started to drag the blade against my pale skin, and oh god it felt amazing. I made more, going deeper every new one I made, reminding myself how much of a fuck up I am. 

All I saw was blood. There was blood all over my arms. basically covering them, and there was some blood on the floor, and it looked amazing. It was such a beautiful sight. After a while of slicing my arms open, I grabbed the bottle of pills, and poured about twenty in my hand. Hopefully this will be enough.

I put them in my mouth, going one by one. I smiled as I started to fill dizzy. I was finally going to die. This is what I always wanted, but for some reason I didn't want this to be happening. I don't want to die. I'm still so young! And Calum, how could I just leave him? He's my world! I thought back to the times when Calum and I talked. We would stay up all night just to talk to each other. I smiled at the though, but then I realized what was happening. I was going to die, and if I don't get help I'm probably not going to make out. 

"D-Dad! Dad! Daddy! P-Please come here! P-Please!" I cried out, and there was no answer, and I remembered that he was at work. I started to panic. What was I going to do? I can't call Calum because he won't pick up. Fuck fuck fuck, I was going to die. Who can help me? Ashton. He's still here. I quickly got up and ran to my phone. I picked my phone up with my shaky hands and quickly called Ashton.

"Hi!" he chirped into the phone.

"Ashton p-please help m-me!" I cried into the phone.

"Michael, whats going on? What happened?" he asked.

"I-I took to many p-pills, and there's s-s much b-blood! Ashton please! My d-dad isn't here! Please!" I basically screamed into phone. 

"Okay, fuck, I'm coming over right now, and I'll call an ambulance." he says.

"Hurry!" I sob, as my vision starts blacken, and I feel myself close my eyes.

"Mikey just please don't close your eyes!" he says, and I try and force my eyes to stay open.

"I'll try." I say.

"Please Mikey... I'll be there soon. Just stay strong okay?" he asks.

"Okay." I say, and after that he hangs up. I hurriedly get a two towels and dampen them, wrapping them around my arms. I run over to my toilet, and push my fingers in the back of throat, and throw up some of the pills. I just hope it's  not to late. A couple minutes later I hear Ashton.

"Mikey?" he calls out loud.

"In here." I say, barley audible. Ashton comes running into the bathroom, and grabs another towel and dampens that one, and he sits on the floor, and pulls me into his lap, and places the wet towel on my for head.

"The ambulance should be here any second now. Just please don't go Mikey. I love you so much." he says with a tear coming down his face. My vision starts to get even blacker, and I knew I was going to die. Right then and there.

"I'll miss you Ashy." I whisper, and then everything becomes black.

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Hey guys! It's late here and I don't know why I'm up, but I decided to update.

So how are you guys?

I'm tired so I'm gonna go to sleep.

Bye guys!