Stitches //S.Mendes

Introduction

*WARNING SELF HARM*

"I never loved you," He said with a bored expression on his face. My heart started racing and thoughts barging on my brain. If anybody told me that my boyfriend never loved me I would had laughed at them and continued what I was doing. However this wasn't another person, it was my boyfriend.

"I-I love you. We're you pretending this whole time?" I said with tears threading to blind me yet I don't let them fall. I refuse to cry in front of him. He shrugged as if it doesn't matter to him. "I don't and I never will."

"Then please get out of here because last time I checked this was my house. You can come back and get your shit later." I said pushing him out of my house. The moment that door closed I sank into the door and hugged my knees, letting the tears fall down.

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"You've cut me real deep and no amount of stitches will be able to fix that." I said while making fresh wide cuts on my arm with a blade I found in the garage.

I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the needle and thread. I started stitching up my arms. I winced at the pain yet managed to get through until I finished.

"I'm never going to be fixed because the way he broke me nobody would ever even bother to try with me." I whispered to myself. I acted though before he left but the sad reality is that I needed him.

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Story Idea by Mrs_Brendon_Urie

edited 8/30/15 by seasidemendes