Unloved

chapter nineteen

Adam's pov its been a while.

Jackie runs out and get up to go after her but Amber stops me.
"I got it. I can talk to her." He tells me walking the wat Jackie went.

Jackie's POV

I sit on a bench and stick my hand into my pocket, pulling out a thin piece of metal.
Its been a while. Why don't you give it a try?
I'm considering it.
"Jackie? There you are!" I hear amber yell. She runs over to me.
"You all right?" She asks. She spots the blade in my hand.

"Jackie. Don't. You. Dare. I thought you stopped!" She yells at me yanking it out of my hand and throws the blade into the street. Amber wraps her arms around me.
"Adam is worried about you. Alesa, too." She tells me.
I look at the floor.
"S-she replaced me. I thought she loved m-me" I stutter. I choke out a sob.

"Come on Jackie. Please." Amber begs.
"No. I don't want to be with any of them." I say with a sniff.
She lifts my chin and plants a kiss on my lips.
"How 'bout now?" She asks.
"Fine."
She brings me in. Adam comes and hugs me.

"Jackie. I was talking to... You know ... And she told me that, um, the reason she adopted another kid is because she was alone after..." He says. "After your father...died."
I cry more. I can barely take it.
"C'mon guys, let's go." Adam say. He carries me to the car. I sit next to amber listening to music. She leans into me.

"Its...OK. You have a family that loves you, a girl friend, and friends at school. You're finally happy. Well, not at this moment but you'll be better in the next easy or so. Just stay positive."
We masks I back.

Time skip to middle of the night.

I slowly climb out of bed careful not to wake amber. I make my way across the hall into the bathroom grabbing a razor. I've always had two with me. Taking a deep breath, I look into the mirror and slowly lift my hand to my wrist setting the razor on the scarred skin.

I put pressure on it.
One for being schizophrenic
Two or being replaced
Three for my now dead father.
Four for being useless
Five for causing others' lives to be miserable.

Blood spills out of the cuts and it drips on the floor. It isn't enough for me. I set down the razor and quietly go outside. Before me, there's a busy street. My wrist are still dripping blood. I hear some scream my name. Amber. Before she can say anything else, I run...
Into the street. She jumps forward pushing me out of the way. I hear honking anf her terrifies screams. My head smashes into the pavement.

Darkness.