We ran off stage and he looked at me, "I'm happy you said yes!"
"I'm happy too!"
Great, now I have to tell my dad the guy he kicked out is my boyfriend. Well, this can't go well...
Oli took me home and left.
"DAD! I'm home!"
"Where have you been? I've been calling and texting you all night!"
"Sorry I was wil Ol-"
" That boy? You're never to see him again"
"But dad he's my boy-"
"No!, I'm done disscusing it."
I ran to my room and slammed the dorr. I curled up into a ball and cried. I love Oli, I honestly do. I had nothing else to do so I grabbed my bag, took out that shiny piece of metal, put it to my wrist, pressed and pulled. Yea, it hurt but it numbed the other feeling. I repeated this until my whole arm was bloody. I don't know how many times I did this. That's when my eyes closed.
No, I wasn't trying to kill my self.... I woke up in the hospital with my arm wrapped. My dad is no where to be found, then I see Oliver. "Hey.."
"Sommer! You're awake, omg!"
He ran over and kissed me.
"Why would you do that? Why didn't you talk to me!"
"My dad said I can't have anything to do with you.. you need to go, he might hurt you."
"I don't care, I'm not leaving you like this!"
Then my dad walked in. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! Come with me, we need to talk"
Oli got up, kissed my forehead and left.
"Do you see my daughter? Do you see the state she is in right now? That is because of YOU. We were perfectly happy with out you around. Do me and the world a favor and get rid of yourself."
"Yes sir"
*Oli's POV*
I wanted to punch him in his mouth. How dare he?! I just calmy replied "Yes sir"
I turned around and went home. I sat down, took out a piece of paper and began to write my letter. This was my exit ticket. I have my music and Sommer but the band will move on and so will she. Her dad was right, they were better with out me. I'm doing them both a favor by 'getting rid of myself'"
Dear Whoever,
I'm sorry, sorry I was never good enough. Sommer, i love you but your father is right, you were happier when I wasn't around. Like he said, I'll do you a favor and get rid of myself. I'm sorry if this causes you pain but it needs to be done. I can't live like this anymore. I'd rather die then ruin your family. I know this is a short letter but, goodbye, Sommer. Thank your dad for me. Tell him I said thanks for being my last push, the one push I needed to send me over the edge. Tell him thanks for showing me that my life wasn't worth it. Good bye, Don't forget about me, I love you!
~Oliver Sykes.
I wasn't going to just slit my wrists or take pills, I wanted to be dead, for sure. So I pulled out my gun, loaded and slowly took in one last breath. A single tear fell from my face. With the last of my energy I let out a small sigh and said my final goodbye... Then i pulled the trigger.
