Sarah POV
I knew it. I knew that it was too good to be true. She was playing me. It was obvious. Everyone was laughing at me when I ran away. I felt so.... powerless. I want to die. Glad I brought my razor. I cut one slash. This represents my love for Ashley. Two slashes. This represents my hatred for Sarah. Three slashes. Thus represents the hatred towards the students. Four slashes. Represents my hatred towards myself. Five slashes represents my hatred towards my life. My vision started getting more blurry as darkness took over my soul.
Ashley POV
I'm rushing towards everywhere. I haven't checked the bathroom. I ran to the bathroom and there she was. Lying there, motionless on the ground. My heart dropped as I saw her. I picked her up and held her. I dialed 911 and told them that the love of my life tried to commit suicide. I just held her and cried. What did I do?! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? I FUCKING LOVE HER. I DONT DESERVE THIS, GOD. I DON'T. "Ha. Little skank decides to do what we have all been asking for." Tammy said as she followed me into the bathroom. I glared at her. I got up from Sarah, went up to Tammy, and before I knew it. My fist collided with her jaw. "DON'T YOU EVER... EVER TALK ABOUT SARAH THAT WAY! I WILL FUCKIG END YOUR DAMN LIFE. I DONT FUCKING LIKE YOU AND I NEVER WILL. HOW ABOUT YOU DIE? HUH? WOULD YOU LIKE TO FUCKING DIE?" I walked up to her and started wailing punches at her. "HOW DOES THIS FEEL? BEING TORTURED? DOES IT FEEL GOOD, TAMMY?" The ambulance arrived and pulled me off of Tammy. Some went to assist Sarah. Seeing her being carried off into the stretcher felt like 40 knives were pinned into my gut-wrenching heart. I couldn't do it. I now know. I love her. From this point on, I will protect her from harm. I will beat the shit out of anyone that says death threats. I don't care about my goddamn reputation anymore. All I care about is Sarah and her well-being. I will be her shoulder to cry on. I was put in handcuffs and taken away to the police station. "Ms. Martin, why were you beating up that young girl?" (Martin is Ashley's last name.) The detective said. "That.... bitch... was talking about the love of my life, Sarah. She said these exact words. "Ha. Little skank decides to do what we have all been asking for." I was overwhelmed in the moment. The love of my life was literally dying in my arms and she is going to say that she was wishing for her to die? I thought she would show some sympathy. But no. She decides to be the idiot that she always was. The kicker was that she was "in love" with me. If she was, wouldn't she want to at least try to impress me? She just mad me a lot angrier." We sat in silence for a while then she finally broke the silence and said " I believe you. I was in the same situation. You're free to go." I got up, walked up to her, and hugged her. "Thank you." I started crying on her shoulder. She hugged me tight and said "Let it out. Its alright." I hugged her for a good 20 minutes and then when I could finally compose myself, I let go and thanked her again and I was on my way to the hospital she was in. When I got there, I found out what room she was in. Room 14w. It was on the 3rd floor. I went to the elevator. Got to the floor and then had to walk down the long hallway. It felt like it took 20 hours. I looked inside and there she was. Sleeping peacefully. I walkes inside slowly and sat in the chair next to her bed. After a hour, her eyes fluttered open. I looked at her and she was looking at me. She smiled and I smiled. I leaned in slowly and finally, I kissed her. For some reason, she didn't kiss back. She pulled away and those 5 words she said next literally killed me inside.
"Get out of my room."
