TW: homophobia, bullying, home problems, sh, depression, suicidal thoughts.
dayum thats a lot
drew's POV
"hey! im gonna get you drew!" jake laughs, throwing a snowball at me.
i let out a small chuckle as i watch some videos i had saved of me and jake.
since it was the weekend i took it as my opportunity to stay in bed all day.
my father has been home, but locked in his office all day, all night.
so its basically the usual, just me.
except this time i dont have jake, or really anyone.
i scroll down a little to far and stumble across the recording i posted of henry and liam.
i sigh and shut off my phone, turning off my side and laying on my back.
i stare at my ceiling fan.
the fan is really high.
my feet wouldn't be able to stand on the bed if im hanging from there.
do i still have that belt from junior prom?
"drew" my maid asks calmly.
i sit up, snapping out of my thoughts.
shes not usually here..
"yes?" i ask dryly.
"your father would like to tell you hes going back to tokyo to visit your aunty, i wont be here while he's gone, so you'll be alone for a month. until he is back." she explains, bowing afterwards.
"sure" i reply, flopping back into my bed as i hear the door close.
where did i put my phone again?
i reach into the pocket of my hoodie, checking if its there, until i feel something small and plastic.
i grab it, pulling it out of my hoodie.
its a small sharpener.
must've brought it home from school by accident.
as i twirl it around in my fingers, something catches my attention.
a small metal blade.
the screw holding the blade in was already almost undone.
just one tiny slice wouldn't hurt.
'yeah, ill stop at one cut.' i think to myself as i pull the screw out, holding the tiny blade between my fingers.
just one cut..
the blade reaches my arm, pressing against my skin.
the metal was cold, although my arm was warm.
a simple touch was soothing enough, but as i slid it across my arm it felt better than i ever have.
i start to think of henry and liam.
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Fanfiction"have you ever loved someone so much your afraid to confess to them, not because it would hurt you to not be their friend, but because it would hurt them?" - liam hayes is a 17 year old boy who attends rosemeadow high, attending with 3 of his oldest...
