I need to leave. I need to run. I need to hide. But my body wouldn't move. My eyes followed my parents as they came closer to the stage. Matthew must've realized because I felt him pick me up and start running. My mom started to tear up and so did I. I blew her a kiss as we all slipped backstage.
I sobbed lightly as Matt sat me down in the back of the van and we sped away. I saw my mom burst out of the back door with tears running down her face.
"I love you" I barely heard her screaming it. I couldn't hear over the pounding of the blood pumping through my veins and the whirlpool of depression overtaking my thoughts. Tears slipped from my eyes and I didn't care to wipe them away. I was a sad story told twice over and I was tired of it. Matt was trying to shake me out of this trance. no. This lifestyle. This way of depression. This me. I blocked him out. Pushed him away. That's all I was ever good for anyway. Might as well keep the streak going. God I need to be saved. Sometimes I tell myself that I can save me. That I don't need anyone. But I do. And I'm pathetic. And I hate myself for it.
I feel the tears flow harder than ever before down my makeup-streaked cheeks and I let them. My tears were stained with self-hatred and the lack of self worth and I knew I deserved the pain I was feeling.
Useless.
Worthless.
Nobody.
Ugly.
I was lost in my thoughts. Drowning in the whirlpool that was my mind. I needed help but the last thing I remember was the van screeching to a stop in front of the hotel and Matt dragging me up to our room. I struggled for air and gasped in exertion. Black spots started interfering with my vision, but I wasn't scared. I was happy. Happy that I'd get a break from this mess I've called a life. My eyelids grew heavy and shut as my mind went blank and the world around me froze.
-----------"Yo guys I think she's awake!" I heard a voice say. There was a lot of startling and moving. I felt a soft hand grab mine and I instantly knew it was Matthew.
"Hey baby girl" He said softly.
"Hey Matt" I replied my voice raspy. I slowly opened my eyes and tried to focus on what was going on. All of the guys were crowded around my bed smiling at me. Jack G and Cameron were tearing up, though I wasn't really sure why.I was confused and lost. And the only thing keeping me here was a tall boy with soft hazel eyes and light brown hair. I was head over heels with Matthew Espinosa. I couldn't get enough of this kid. Maybe he can save me.

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Save Me ♦︎
FanfictionCarlie is a suicidal 17 year old. that is, until famous viner Matthew Espinosa enrolls in her high school. with matts help will she be able to continue her life or will he be too late?