The Pack in High School Merome Vikklan Poofless

Chapter 8: Poofless Hurt

I am sorry for the sad part right after the 500 reads, but I had it planned out like this.

Preston's POV

I shut and locked the bathroom door. I sat down in the corner and rethought what just happened. I kissed Rob and everyone saw. Oh my god. I am such an idiot. Why? Why me? I got up and reached on the top of the door and felt for it. I finally felt the cold metal in my fingers. I pulled it of the door and to my arm. I pushed it, so the razor cut my wrist. You can see old scars, but most of my new scars are on my thighs and my ribs. I pulled the razor across my wrist and felt the warm blood trickle down my arm and to the floor.

One for Mitch seeing

One for Jerome seeing

One for Lachlan seeing

One for Vikk seeing

One for Megan seeing

And as many as I feel like for kissing Rob.

I kept cutting and cutting. I felt all the pressure come out of my body in the form of blood. Soon I felt no pressure. I felt nothing. I then realized I had fallen on the floor. I cut too much. I barely move, and there was no way I was able to get up. I don't know what to do. Am I going to die?

"Rob...rob....h- help....I'm sorry."I whispered.

I heard shuffling from the outside of the door before I heard it open. It was Rob. He must have picked the lock. The look of horror on his face made me regret everything. I shouldn't've. I should NOT have done that. Rob started crying and walked over to where I was. He lifted my head into his lap and looked right at me. I was losing my vision and quickly. He could tell because he leaned down and kissed me before I saw and felt nothing else.

Rob's POV

I followed Preston to the bathroom. He went in and locked the door. I heard Preston sit in the corner. I leaned against the door trying to think of something a say. I heard Preston get up and move towards the door. I tried to whisper his name but, nothing came out but one single tear. I knew what he was doing. That's where I used to hide his razor. Oh my god. I did this. I caused this. I have to get in there. Wait, doesn't Megan have a key. I push myself up and walk into Megan's room. I search through her desk until I find a pair of keys. I walk over to the door and begin to unlock it. I know what I will see. I hear Preston whisper but I can't make out what it is. I open the door to find the horror. Preston is lying in a pool of his own blood. His arms are cut like crazy. He's never done it this bad, and I caused this. Why? Why me? I bring his head into my lap and look at what I caused. I leaned down and kissed Preston before he untensed. I started crying uncontrollably. I couldn't stop. What did I do?

"Preston. Preston baby. No...no" I spoke. "You little pleb don't to this to me. PRESTON." I screamed as I weeped over his body. I heard shuffling of feet as everyone else walked over to the bathroom. I don't really know what happened next. I got lost in the situation. Someone was trying to save him, someone called 911, someone fainted. But I don't really care. I care about Preston. The ambulance come and took Preston away. Someone dragged me to the car. I sat down and didn't speak a word in the car ride. We arrived and went inside. I just followed everyone. They were either talking to each other or crying. I just kept walking. I walked until I was stopped at one of the room. It was Preston's. I stopped right there. I didn't move. I couldn't. I wouldn't. Everyone went in. I walked to the chair across the hallway. I sat down and looked at the wall. There was no way I was going in there. My heart is telling me to go in but, my brain is telling me no. I zone out thinking about Preston. The first day I met him, the first video we recorded, everything. How could someone, so insanely happy and perfect, be so broken.