Broken Dreams

Chapter 4

I slip out of Dylan's arms and I head to the bathroom. Jenn went to Maggie's for the weekend.

I lock the bathroom door behind me and I pull off my sweater. I throw it on the ground and grab the razor.

I take out the blade and I stand in the tub. I drag the sharp blade across my arm, letting blood drip down my arm into the tub.

I stare blankly at the wall as I drag the blade across my arm over and over until the tub is splattered with red.

I put the blade into my other hand and I start slicing. I can't stop myself, even if I wanted to.

"Bailey?" I hear Dylan get up. Damn it.

I'm getting dizzy now. I didn't want him to find out this way.

He knocks on the door. "Bailey? Can I come in?"

I step out of the tub, blood running down my arms into the floor.

I can't stay standing. I collapse on the ground. Dylan knocks again. "Bailey, open up."

I try and pick myself back up. Having the pressure on my arms makes them bleed more.

"I'm coming in." I hear him open the door. He stands silently in the doorway, horrified by the blood red bathroom.

He rushes to my side and he holds me in his arms. He pulls out his phone and calls 911. He rocks me. "Stay with me. I could've helped you." He whispers, holding me close.

My eyes close.

"Bailey... Please don't go..."

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I slowly open my eyes, groaning in pain. My head feels groggy. My vision is slightly blurry. I look around. I blink a few times and my vision clears.

I see Jenn asleep on the couch in the corner. Dallas is sitting up, sleeping, by her feet. I look down at my hand and I see Dylan asleep holding it. By the couch I see Finn and Jake asleep in two chairs.

They're all here for me.

They all know my secret.

I feel my hand gently being squeezed. I look down at Dylan.

He kisses my hand softly and lifts his head. He yawns, looking down at my hand. He looks up at me. His eyes widen when he sees me awake.

Without saying a word he pulls me up into a hug. He's careful not to hurt me.

"Bailey you're awake..." He holds me tight. "You scared me to death..."

I lift my arms and I wrap them around him. I bare though the pain of my cuts against him, though they're wrapped they're still sensitive. I hold the hug for a moment.

"Don't wake them up.. I didn't want them here.. I didn't want you here.. I don't want to be here." I let go of him and I push him back gently.

"I don't care." He looks down at me. He holds my hand again. "We are all hear for you Bailey, weather you like it or not." He gives me a soft smile.

I can't be mad at him. I couldn't stop myself, so this is my fault.

'It's my fault I'm in the hospital. It's my fault that they found out. It's my fault they are here.' I think.

He sits on the edge of my bed, looking at me. He looks dead tired.

"Why so tired? It's only been a few hours since you woke up.." I say.

"You've been asleep for three days." He says. "So I haven't slept right for three days."

"Wait, what? Three days?" I look at him, confused. "It's been only a few hours..."

He lays down next to me, pulling me close to him to calm me down.

"I missed three days of work... I need the money..." I hug him.

"Don't worry about money right now." He rests his cheek against my head. "Just rest."

"I can't afford the hospital bill... And my parents... Dylan I..."

He rubs my back. "Don't worry about that. I know. I won't tell Jenn and I will personally make sure neither of you go into foster care."

I nod and I hug him tightly. I wipe my eyes then I close them.

"I will stay right here with you."