Linkin Park One Shots

Save Me

Author's Note: I had started a story somewhat similar to this one-shot but it will not be even sampled in my FUTURE STORIES selection for a really long time so here's this instead. This one-shot, much like the story I'm writing, contains some personal experiences, which makes it mean a ton to me and I hope you can respect that.

Warning: It's triggering and graphic.

My breath was caught in my throat as another notification gripped my attention. I had to stop myself from letting out a startled cry at just the sight of their ID. They wouldn't stop calling me or texting me. They'd message me on anything they could if I ignored them and I couldn't be left alone.

I was currently in the middle of class and just glanced at my phone but the notification had tears pulling out of my eyes. I didn't open it, I'd rather not know what they had to say this time. Rather, I stared off into space and let the horrid memories consume me. A note snapped me out of my grey daze and I looked over at my best friend, Mike.

'Are you okay?' He had written and I had to be thankful that he could notice so easily but I didn't want to concern him.

'I'm fine. Just tired. Thank you for asking.' I passed the note back and he gave me a small smile, which I returned weakly.

~

I stared up at my ceiling. It was another restless night but music filled my ears through my headphones. A text message alerted and I saw who it was. I ripped the headphones out of my ears and threw my phone across the room. I started freaking out and breathing quickly, yet deeply. My body was shaking intensely and I had tears streaming down my face. I silently screamed at them to leave me alone as I freaked out and my legs started jerking and I ended up kicking myself in the leg with strength I didn't think I had. The pain tore me away from my panic attack.

I slowly got out of bed and grabbed my phone. I read what it said and melted to the floor.

'Hey, we need to hang out soon' They said and I cried to myself. Why can't they just leave me alone? Instead of replying, I grabbed a nearby razor and gripped it hard, looking down at my pale skin. I know it's a mistake but I can't stop doing it. I rolled up my pant leg and admired old scars that hadn't had time to fade but to me, they were ancient. I ran a thumb over them, feeling the texture of the skin and the difference between it and the unharmed areas.

I pressed the blade down on my leg and drew it across, the stress in me flooding out of my body as I focused on this one horrible deed. I waited for the blood to run down my leg before making another cut and eventually did them a couple times before waiting. I decided I should stop before I go out of control like I have before and grabbed any towel my hands could reach. I pressed them against the fresh wounds and felt myself tear up again. When will I ever get over this horrible addiction?

~

I don't know why I decided to trust them this time but I did and now they were following me upstairs. I was heading into my room and excused myself for a moment, as I had to grab something from my parent's room. Everyone was gone, I didn't know where they went.

My back was turned when I was grabbed from behind and pushed to the ground. I screamed but it did nothing. They yanked my pants down and undid their own. They sat on my waist and held my arms above my head by my wrists. I struggled as hard as I could but I only could've escaped if I was just a little bit stronger. They were so forceful as they began to assault me and nothing I did could ever protect me.

I sat up straight in bed when the alarm clock went off. I was sweating miserably and shaking uncontrollably. I've had nightmares similar to this but I normally woke up before the worst part was to come. I uneasily got out of bed, not able to get it out of my head.