guardian angel || the outsiders fanfic♡

four.

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***Bailey's POV***

I wake up wrapped in Two-Bit's arms. It doesn't surprise me, I remember last night vividly: how Johnny didn't come home with me, getting beaten by my parents, Johnny not helping me with my dream...

Johnny doing nothing. He bailed on me last night and left me to my worst nightmares - my parents and the dream. Luckily Two-Bit was there for some of it, but I might not be so lucky next time.

I lay in Two's arms for a little while longer. It just feels right. He has this tight grasp on me that makes me feel so safe and protected in a way I've never felt before. I relax a little bit, but then realize that I need to get home quickly so I don't have to face Johnny or my angry parents.

I slowly unwrap Two-Bit's arms and leave the room, being sure to tuck him back in before I do. I go to the bathroom and see that I'm a mess. 

"Yikes," I whisper to myself. 

I look at the wall clock: 6:24 am. I could make a break for it. 

Silently, I creep through the house. 

"Poor Bailey, they got her pretty good last night."

I freeze. It's Darry and Soda. 

I'm practically part of the wall I'm leaning so close to it in an attempt to remain hidden. Darry's footsteps get closer and closer to me. I clench my eyes closed and stay still. 

"Darry, could you come here a second? I'm stuck underneath the table." 

Thank you, Soda. I make it out and sprint home.

I didn't want to see Johnny, I would probably explode and say something I'll regret. I just want everything to be over. I don't want to be the burden who can't sleep through the night anymore. It'd be easier if I was gone.

When I get to my house, my parents are passed out on the floor, so I race upstairs and quietly close and lock the door to my room. I pace around, running my hands through my hair and breathing really heavily.

I have to do this.

I grab my switchblade and climb out the window. In the distance, I see someone running towards the house. Shoot, it's Johnny!

I run as fast as I can in the direction of the 11th Street bridge. I check right and left to solidify that no one followed me here, and when I know I'm alone, I pull out my switch blade and climb over the railings.

I think: Do I really want to do this? I mean, I have nothing left to live for. The gang, they wouldn't care. Two-Bit maybe, but not the others. It will be easier for all of them once I'm gone.

I recklessly slice dozens of cuts up and down both of my wrists. Blood seeps eagerly down my arm. A thick puddle forms on the ground. The pain is numbed, yet tears still well in my eyes. 

Everything around grows quieter as if it was muffled by earplugs. The waves beneath me seem only like a whisper. I feel light headed and things begin to blur.

I mentally count to three, let go of the railing, and begin my plummet toward the crashing waves beneath me.