★彡{𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬}彡★

life

⚠  WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS mentions of SH, SH, mentions of vapes and alcohol and swearing !!! ⚠

please do not harm yourself or anyone. you are loved and you are worth this life. :)

vapes and alcohol are not worth the dangers. please do NOT smoke your too good for it + young and cute too :)

btw im not saying that any of the real people in this story did this or said this. and no none of this happened to them irl. not quoting them. this is fiction. READ NOW :0

sorry this took so long to post ive been pretty busy with state testing and all that jazz. also its a pretty LOOONG chapter (dont take LOOONG out of context EVER AGAIN)

now you can read. .3.

when i wake up the next morning, my phone isn't buzzing. and for a second i'm confused. then i remember and get tired all over again. i lay back down again and andrew walks in. 

"wake up." he says with no sympathy. at all.

"no 'are you ready to get up?'" i ask, sitting up, grabbing my phone from my nightstand.

"no." he says and simply walks away.

i get up out of bed, walk to my bathroom, fix my hair, brush my teeth, and put on an outfit for the day. an oversized sweatshirt, jeans, nike socks, and air forces. i walk downstairs and can't seem to find andrew. i look around the house and find him sitting in his room on the far end of his bed. he jumps when i walk in.

i see scars on his legs that weren't there before.

"andrew..." i say quietly, tears welling in my eyes. he doesn't look at me. 

andrew's pov: 

i wish some people would shut the fuck up. namely soren heider, my ex. like what he just sent me last night:

"OMFG I JUST FUCKING FUCKED TWO PEOPLE JUST NOW WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO FUCKING GET OVER ME"

he keeps going out and getting drunk and calling me and i can't. i can't do it anymore. just as i start to open my drawer, my mom texts me.

wake up katey

please

i text back fine and go to katie's room

"wake up"

she replies with something snappy that i ignore on purpose and go back to my room. i open the drawer and pull out dulled pocket knife i stole from my uncle. i can't get these bad thoughts out of my head. i have to.

he's right. 10 cuts.

you're being immature. 20

it isn't that big of a deal. 30

get a life. 40

it's been three weeks. 45

suddenly i hear the door creak open. fuck. i drop the knife and turn around, trying to hide my leg.

"andrew..."

i avoid eye contact.

"andrew don't do this..." katey says, on the verge of tears. "youre human too. you can't treat yourself like this."

i stay silent and stare down at my pillow.

"why do you do this to yourself? look at yourself. why would you want to hurt yourself? youre perfect. there's nothing wrong with you."

"yeah but i-" i try to argue. "don't treat yourself like that! this life is worth living andrew. you have to live it fully. i don't wanna see you like this. promise me youll never do this again. i can't see you like this. mom cant. dad cant. you cant! youre better that him. soren...he's still not over you."