Love in the Skye (Ed Sheeran fanfic)

Chapter 30

Skye's POV:

I walked into the toilets and went into a cubical. I heard the sound of someone coming in and then I saw a pair of shoes stop straight outside the door of the cubical I was in. "Hello?" I mumbled, standing up, wondering why they didn't just use one of the other cubicles, they were all free. "Skye?" a voice said, it was Ed's. I opened the door, Ed wasn't standing there. I tried to slam the door shut but she caught the door with her foot. "I caught it on recording when you were walking together" she smirked. I backed away, walking back into the wall behind me. "You remember me don't you? Ed's biggest fan? You stole him. From me". I froze, but couldn't help but slightly smile. "I didn't steal him you nutter! Get away from me!". She smirked again. "Take off your jacket". I frowned, wondering what she was doing. I shook my head. "Take off your jacket!" she shouted, drawing out a knife from her pocket.

I quickly pulled it off and dropped it to the floor. I needed Ed, I was so scared, she might kill me right here right now. "Ed won't like you if he see's all your ugly scars". She grabbed hold of my arm and couldn't control my breathing anymore, I couldn't speak, my words weren't coming out. She had me trapped. I hadn't self harmed since Ed caught me. I didn't want more scars. Would Ed still love me? She covered my mouth with her hand and dug the knife into my arm, making deep cuts all up my arm. I groaned in pain, trying not to look at the blood dripping down my arm. She put down the knife and let go of me, "Finish the job if you want, it's probably best.." she laughed and locked the cubical door, then climbed over.

I dropped to the floor and cried. I couldn't even scream, or move. The pain was too bad. I heard her leave the toilets and now I was alone again. I always knew she was bad. From the first time I saw her. Now she's probably killed me, as I'll probably slowly bleed to death on the floor of some toilets in a club. Well. Life was great..

Ed's POV:

She had been ages. 20 minutes at least. I was starting to worry. Had she gone home and left me? "Hello" a voice said. I looked up, it was that fan. I panicked and jumped up and pushed her out the way and burst into the toilets. "SKYE!?" I shouted. There was only one toilet being used. I banged on the door. "Skye? Is that you? Answer me Skye?". She didn't answer. I ran into the door at full pelt and it came straight off it's hinges. I grabbed it before it fell down. On top of Skye's body.

"Skye, hun, I'm here, look at me, Skye? SKYE?!" I shook her body then saw her arm, I grabbed my mobile and managed to press "999" into the key pad. "Ambulance, please, hurry, my girlfriend, she's been attacked, help me please". Tears were pouring down my face and I couldn't bare looking at her, but I had to. I couldn't leave her. I took off my shirt and tied it around the cuts, trying to stop the bleeding. It was way too heavy. It just bled straight through my shirt.

"Don't leave me Skye", I whispered, "I can't live without you".