Austin Carlile - Promises

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You looked at the shiny piece of metal you were holding. With a deep sigh, you lowered the blade to your wrist and made a long, deep cut. You watched with satisfaction as blood rose to the fresh cut, forming little crimson beads on the surface of you skin.

There was a loud knocking at the door, pulling you out of your trance and bringing you back to reality.

"Y/N?" Austin's voice called through the bathroom door. You were currently on tour with your best friend and his band, Of Mice and Men.

"Y/N?! Y/N, I know you're in there. Let me in please. Don't listen to those girls. They're just jealous. Please. Let me in," his voice rang through again, sounding more and more desperate with each word. You had been at a signing with the guys and you were having a great time until a group of girls started to insult you.

You looked at the door and then back down at your wrist, where the blood was now starting to drip down your arm. Grabbing some paper towel, you slowly dabbed at your wrist, before pulling your sleeve and covering your arm with the bracelets.

You wiped your eyes and stood up from the floor. You opened the door to find Austin with a worried look on his face.

"Y/N," he said sternly, "I need to see your wrists." Austin reached forward to grab your wrist, but you flinched away.

"Y/N," he said again. With tears in your eyes, you gave up your wrists for him to check. he pulled up your bracelets and sleeves and looked at you with sad eyes.

"Why?" He questioned, his voice cracking.

"I-I honestly don't know," you answered, lowering your head and letting a few tears fall.

Austin brought your wrist up to his lips and kissed each of your cuts and scars gently, with a couple of tears falling from his own eyes.

"Please stop," he requested, looking into your eyes again. "You have no idea how much you mean to me and the rest of the guys. Honestly, I don't know what I would do without you. I can't lose you. Please, please stop," by the time he had finished speaking, you were both in tears.

"I'll try," you promised and he pulled you into a tight hug.

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