Chapter 4

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(A/N: Soooooooooo.... I have nothing to say. I'm just uploading these one after the other and it's been like 5 minutes since I posted the first one.)

*Trigger Warning* (Self Harm)

Bens P.O.V

***Time skip to in the shower***

I started crying. I liked Danny. As in like-like. Maybe even love. I hate it! I don't have a chance with him. He likes girls; he's made that pretty clear. Why did I have to fall in love with one of the only people I can't get? Something shiny flashed in the corner of my eye. When I looked towards it, I saw it was a razor. No, I couldn't, could I? I don't want to go back to where the razor is my only friend. I told my fans and my friends that it's not the answer. So why does it suddenly seem so appealing, I mean I promised myself I'd stop and that was only a month ago. do I really want to go back there? I reached over and grabbed it and pulled out the blade. Do I really want to do this? The scars will be there forever and the old ones are only just fading. I placed the blade on my wrist, and without a second thought, I dragged it across. Blood started seeping out and running down the drain. I wanted to stop at three but I couldn't and carried on until my arm was littered with bleeding cuts and I could barely see my skin. A knock on the door woke me from my trance.

"Hey, Benny. Are you okay? You've been in there a while."

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine. Sorry, I was daydreaming." I answered, praying that they wouldn't hear my stuttering or my scared tone.

"Really, Benny? Again? Honestly." Danny replied, sighing happily and walking away.

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. After, I started clearing up the mess I made of my wrist and the room. By the end you could barely see anything happened, the only suspicious thing was that my razor was missing its blade. I decided to throw away the razor but keep the blade just incase.

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