fallen - book one

fallen and falling- sixteen

Michael's POV

She was broken.

She was hurt.

She was torn.

"Madison, I'm so sorry." I murmured. I was sitting in her bed with her sitting against my chest, in between my legs.

"I told you he didn't love me, it was all and act." She whispered, playing with her Ben and Jerry's ice cream. I had just got it out of my house before we came here.

"Oh hey Madison- Michael? Ice cream- oh." Calum whispered.

"What happened?" He asked her.

"Luke cheated on me." She whispered.

"That son of a bitch." Calum said.

"And that's not even the worst part- he had sex with her three times." She started to cry, burying her head in her hands.

"Sex?" Calum asked, looking to me to confirm it. I shook my head and winced when he slammed the door shut.

"Can you leave me alone with my thoughts Mikey? I love your company and all, it's just I want to be alone." She whispered.

"Of course." I kissed her temple.

"Thanks." She smile halfheartedly.

That fucking son of a bitch I'm going to kill him.

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Madison's POV

(Two weeks later)

I had only ever used this blade once, after Ashton took advantage of me.

I sat on the bathroom floor, the cold tile making goosebumps appear on my skin. My hands were shaking as they held the small blade. I looked down at my arms and saw the collections of others from the past two weeks. I looked down at my legs to see the perfect lines. My OCD had come back, and it was worse than ever. I had to turn lights on and off four times, I had to close the door six times, I had to feed the dog two times, making everything perfect.

And most importantly, I couldn't have an uneven amount of scars.

I added four on one of my arms, and four on the other. If one was to deep I had to simply adjust the others. The blood was oozing from my outer wounds, but no outer wound could match my inner wounds. I was quick to clean the tile floor, and wash off my arms, warping around them to make sure they wouldn't get dirty.  I had to was my hand six times before they became raw, and good enough.

The girls and guys had left me alone after trying to contact me for the past week. I just didn't want to talk to them. In guessing Luke gave up, when I was looking out my window I saw him and a blonde girl. Maybe that was the same girl he had sex with, maybe it wasn't.

But I saw them kiss, and I saw them together. He didn't look at me like that. He didn't laugh at my jokes like that. He didn't kiss me like that. He didn't hug me like that.

It's because your you.

"Please go away." I murmured.

Your scared sweetheart.

"I'm not." I whispered. Pain was consuming my body, worse than ever.

He never loved you.

"I-" I couldn't finish, tears streaked down my face.

Your a worthless piece of shit.

I just laid on the ground, wearing Luke's old smiley teeshirt and some old shirts. I smiled up at the ceiling, clutching one of my many pill bottles to my body.