not a love song

Ali's pov

"Hannah what are you doing here? I thought we were best friends. I trusted you." I was so upset. The door was locked so I got the key from underneath the pot. When I opened the door Hannah was there. Her and tylor were kissing. What kind of best friend did that. "I am so sorry Ali. I thought he broke up with you. I would never do that to you." Hannah said. I was so close to crying. I spun on my heals and ran as fast as I could out of the building. I needed to release. I needed to escape. It has been a year since I last cut. That was when ty found me. I would have died if it weren't for him. When I got home I when to the room and tore open the top drawer. Inside was a makeup bag but it didn't hold makeup. It held blades. I got out my favourite one and put it to my skin. I pressed down just a little and dragged it. I loved the way it felt. The way the blood looked coming up in little dots of crimson. It felt so good. I kept doing it. When I got some my arm was a bloody mess and there was about a hundred cuts or more on my body.
Tylor's pov
I knew what she was going to do so I ran after her. When I got to her house she had just finished. She was a mess of blood. She looked awful. Her body was full of cuts. I was upset at myself for being so stupid. That must have been why she was so clingy. She didn't want to lose me. I felt like a total retard for making her feel this way. I walked over to her and hugged her. She hugged back. I wrapped my arms around her and cradled her, rocking her back and forth till she fell asleep in my arms. When I heard her breathing soften I washed her body of and put her in clean clothes. I am so stupid got doing this to such an amazing girl.