Abducted.

regrets

Harrys pov
I looked at the open door and I couldn't help but feels devastated. Here I was empty and broken.
The girl I fell in love with gone from my life forever. She'd never forgive me.
I broke her heart in millions of pieces. I closed the door and went up stairs. Walking in my room and locking the door. I sat on my bed and went into my cup board. There I felt the usual sharp metal. I looked at my scarred arms. All the cuts. All the pain. The pain I seemed to deserve. I was nothing in this life. I yelled those hurtful words at Marie. The one girl that stuck with me through everything. Now she was gone. I put the silver to my arm and slowly slid it across my arm.
The red coming out from the little lines the razor caused. The tingling pain taking a little emontional pain away. I thought of my past. The wooden beams the constant beatings. The way my mother left us like we were nothing. Nothing at all. Our father was dead a staged accident by my sister. He accidentally fell off a cliff. We killed our own father.
She was heartless just like me. The only love she felt toward me. The brother who endured beatings for her.
Another slice another streak of blood.
My first kiss to Marie. Her red flustered face. She said she loved me. I rejected. Not really caring. Knowing she'd stop loving me the next day. Another slice.
I looked at the probing blue vein in my wrist. Wondering how it felt like to die.
I didn't want to die I wanted to end this pain in my heart. The pain I had to endure for over 20 years. Watching the blood gush out.
I had nothing to live for. My sister didn't need me anymore and the only girl I loved is gone. It was sad how I could say I was used to pain and reject. I was tired of numbing pain.
I put the razor to the blue vein and sliced watching the red come from the blue in streams. I laid down. And put the razor to the other vein. And sliced. The blood pored out of me and my vision seemed to spot. I went to to cupboard and tried pulling out a piece of paper. Dropping my lamp while I was grabbing it. I scrawled "I'm sorry. I was tired" and dropped the book. Not having the energy to hold it anymore. The sun seemed to get darker and my eyes closed. Losing all emotion in me and feeling the sweet release of death.
Marie's pov
I heard the screech of brakes and I looked up and saw a car almost hitting a tree trying to avoid me. I came out and it was my dad.
"Marie." I heard him call.
I turned and ran. I didn't want to deal with him right now. I might seem insensitive. They were worried sick or maybe they could really gives two fucks about me.
I went back through the open door of Harry's house and closed and locked it. I don't know why I ran back here but something was calling me back. I heard a huge crash upstairs and something in me knew it was Harry. He did love me. He was angry. I saw Calum come out of a room and look upstairs.
"He's mad again." I heard him say walking upstairs.
I followed him.
"What do you think he's doing?" I asked.
"Punching things. Throwing stuff. Same old same old but we better stop him before he breaks everything." He said yawning.
He tried opening the door but it was locked.
"Lad? C'mon open up."
Nothing came from the other side. No crashed or punches. No Harry yelling. Nothing. Something twisted in my gut. Something wasn't right but I couldn't put my tongue on it.
"Open the door Calum."
"He's probably sle..."
"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR CALUM!!"
He raised both hands and nodded heading downstairs saying he was getting something.
But as the seconds ticked by the feeling got worse. I looked around and saw a screwdriver. The screwdriver that was supposed to help me escape. I grabbed it and jabbed it in the lock. The door opened and I saw Harry. Pale. Not moving. Blood slowly dripping from his wrist.
"HARRY!" he was dying.
"CALUM CALL THE AMBULANCE NOW."
I felt his pockets and found his cell phone. I quickly called 911.
"911 what's your em..."
"My friend tried killing himself. He slit his wrist. Please hurry. Help me."
"Is there any fabric in the room?"
"Yea"
I said removing my shirt.
"Apply pressure on his wrist."
"CALUM GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"
"DAMN..." he said walking in the room. A look of pure shock on his face.
"Put pressure on that wrist." I said hysterical.
"Does he still have a pulse?" The operator asked
One hand held on to his wrist the other went to his neck. There was a very weak. Tap......tap.
"Yes but very slow and weak."
"Some pulse is better than no pulse. Hit him or shake him. Keep his body stimulated."
"Smack him Calum." I hit his face lightly. Starting to hear distant sirens. I saw his sister run in the room.
"Gem."
She looked at me. Pain in her eyes. The strong stature she usually had weakened as she looked at the only person she loved slowly dying. She fell to her knees and the tears fell from her eyes.
"Harry don't die. I still need you." I heard her say quietly.
I felt him move ever so faintly.
"Keep talking Gem."
She looked at me. Her black eyeliner streaking her pretty face.
"Harry I'm so sorry. For everything. I'm the reason you got beaten every day and mom didn't leave Harry. Dad killed her. I'm sorry for not telling you but you seemed so stressed. I didn't want to burden you."
The sirens got louder and louder and I felt his pulse get weaker and weaker. Soon after a while the pulse stopped beating and I let go of his wrist as the paramedics came running in. I was shirtless and bloody. Calum bloody. Blood was all over the floor and I saw the notebook covered in blood. "I'm sorry. I was tired." I saw the broken lamp that saved his life. I cried not knowing whether or not Harry was going to die or not.

I hated writing this chapter. Oh my does Harry die? Does he not? The world will never know until the next chapter. Ugh. This broke my heart. And yes 2 chapters in one day. Sorry for being so inconsistent. Hope you forgive me.