(Alex) Attempt

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As soon I reached my house, I ran to my room and closed my door. I sat on the floor crying. "Why would he say that he liked me? Even if I do like him just a bit, him of all people would never go for me!" I reached over to my box of razors that I had under my bed. I picked out one of the newer ones and stared at it with a weird smile. 'You should do it, he's lying anyway.' I took off my shirt and sat in front of my mirror. I stared into my grey eyes before looking over all of my scar from previous cuts. I ran my finger over them lightly. 'Such lovely scars don't you think?' "Yeah." 'Let's do the arm for today.' "Okay." I began cutting my arm the first cut long and somewhat deep.

I watched the blood run down my arm and down to the floor. Running the blade over my skin, I heard the door open downstairs. I was in to much of a trance before I heard my door open and someone yell. "What are your doing?!" Dean? Why is he here? "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" "Alex stop! I'm not leaving!" I added another cut a little lower from the previous two. "You just wanna play me." I muttered bitterly. "I don't want to play you...I want to be with you." 'He's lying Alex.'  I felt his eyes burning into me.

"How can I trust you? You're a demon." I glared at him. "And you're a shifter, is this game over? I've seen the way you look at me. I know you feel the same." He noticed? 'That's your fault idiot.' "Demons killed my parents, they are foul creatures. You should stay away from me." I put another cut right above my vein. I began feeling dizzy. "That doesn't mean I'll kill you." "You're right You won't kill me I'll kill myself." I cut again but I felt myself slipping and I blacked out.

-Early Friday Morning-

I curled up in a fetal position staring off into space. 'How could you fail you stupid brat.' "Alex...please trust me, I saved your life for God's sake."

"No."

"Do you still think I don't like you? I stuck up for you and everything. I want you to be mine." 'As if.' "You don't need me to be yours. You know nothing about me." "Well I know, your parents were killed and you self harm."

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