8//Cutting// (G.D-M.H)

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George:

"I can't do this." You get up from your bed giving yourself a light head rush as you walk to your ensuite joint to your bedroom. You look around to see a small dose of pain killers. There isn't enough in the container to do what you're prepared to do.

Today everything has just pushed you over the edge causing you to have a bad day and causing you to come home in bad head space. George wasn't home because he was off on tour. It killed you that he was away for long periods.

You look around to find your razors on your bath tub. You reach in to feel your hand guide to the razor. You pull it out and break it apart to find the sharpest blade. You force yourself to slit your wrist causing a wench of pain pump through your arm. You cut two more times and notice a small amount of blood forming a puddle at your feet. You decide to run a bath.

You get into it fully clothed with your razor in your hand. The water gradually rises soon to be covering your bottom half of your body. Another cut is made across your fine brown skin, 'a couple more won't hurt.' You think to yourself. Two more cuts get embedded into your skin, one a lot deeper than the other.

You drift in and out of sleep. Suddenly you wake up to be in a room full of family. You look to your right to come across a tall lanky figure with dark bags under his eyes and scruffy hair. It was George.

"Baby, I came straight away." A tear escapes his eyes as he leans in to cuddle you and grab hold of your hand. "Why didn't you call me and tell me you weren't okay? I would have been here a while ago. I'm so sorry I left y/n, I'm so fucking sorry baby girl." A tear escapes your eyes as you try to speak.

"I'm so selfish, I'm sorry to have dragged you here George, it's not your fault." George looks at you with an ashamed look on his face.

"You're not selfish, I am, I didn't realise you weren't fine for me to leave. Please don't say you're selfish because you're no where near." He leans down to attach his lips to your head.

"I love you y/n. I'm not going anywhere." Your eyes close as you drift back to sleep.

Matty:

It's been 2 weeks since you and Matthew broke up. The thought of living without him hurt and every day since the break up you have cried.

He told you the same old shit in the movies... "It's not you, it's me." And "I still want to be friends." At least he was decent enough to do it to your face.

<4:36am> reads the clock on your bedside table. "Fuck." You hadn't had very much sleep lately. You get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. You looked yourself in the mirror. "What have I come to?" You run the cold water and splash some on your face. Helping you notice that you can't live life without him.

"You're ugly." "You're fat." "He deserves better anyway." "He will find someone better." Voices echo through your head while you stare blankly into the mirror.

"No!! It's not my fault..please..please just...just leave me alone." You repeat over and over again. You throw your fist at the mirror and it shatters at your feet. Blood is seen in every direction.

You aimlessly look around your bathroom and find the biggest and the sharpest piece of glass from your mirror that will inflict the most pain towards yourself. You pick up a piece of the mirror and look at it, seeing your reflection. You slide the piece of glass against your thin, soft skin and immediately get one of your main veins.

A gush of blood pours out of your skin when suddenly a large knock is heard on your door. "It's only me." Your eyes open as you realise that you're in the hospital. Matts large smile erupts in the room as he finally sees that you are awake.

He sits by your side and grabs your hands, kissing both of them. "Look babe. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you. I love you more then anything and I want to stay. I want you back and I'm going to stay with you all the way if you want me to. I love you so much. Please just take me back."

Tears spill out of your eyes as he kisses your head. "Can I stay?" He asks. You nod your head as he climbs into bed next to you and cuddles you till you fall asleep.

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