Gracie

Chapter 11 - Broken Promise

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Gracie's POV:

The first night after sightseeing I slept like a log; not one disturbance. The second third and fourth night however, I didn't sleep a wink. On the fifth day I was so tired every bone in my body ached, my eyes burned, I was exhausted. I was overwhelmed by everything. I had been allowed to do and see so many things I hadn't be allowed before; it was all too much to take in. It was incredible but hard to believe, too good to be true! I found it difficult to handle it, difficult to trust there was no catch. I could not accept as there would be no punishment at some point. Of course I was not intending to do anything silly anymore, cutting my wrists was far from my thoughts. I had promised myself I would never do this again, but my mind was beyond lucidity.

Tired and worried my thoughts started to race again just like last time. I began to suffer a return of mental confusion. Once again I lost complete control of rationality. In a moment of haste I locked myself in the hotel bathroom. Like I did last time I tried to break the mirror but I was too scared to use my full strength so it only fissured without breaking. So I grabbed Liam's shaver and smashed it apart with a deodorant can. Once I had the blade in my hand I became completely frantic. All I could think of was, somehow, to free my mind. I was desperate to slow my uncontrolled twirling thoughts. I dragged the blade across my wrist; No effort was needed, the blade was deathly sharp. The blood gushed from my veins like a waterfall. I knew I was thinking selfishly that's why I needed someone to think for me. I needed Liam. As it happened Liam was in the next room unaware of the situation. I vaguely heard his voice, followed by a knock on the door. I was still conscious and panicked. Surely he would be so mad with me! I had to hide the cut so he wouldn't know! I grabbed a small towel, wrapped it around my wrist, threw my Hoodie back on and placed the sleeve over the towel. By then I was far too weak and I soon collapsed on the floor. The last thing I heard was Liam shouting:

"Okay Gracie, it is time to leave!"

His voice brought me back to reality. In an immense effort, making sure my forearm was covered; I manage to unlock the door.

Liam's POV:

When I told Gracie it was time to leave she cried out from the other side of the door,

"Leave? ... Where are we going?"

I explained it was time to head to the arena. Gracie opened the door. She didn't look well but I didn't have the time to question her. Paul was banging on the door shouting that we were late. I knew there would be a crowd outside, I didn't want Gracie to get upset like last time by the fans screaming so I offered Gracie my iPod and told her:

"Turn it up really loud"

I pulled her up into my arms and she rested her head on my shoulder. Her body fell limp. I thought she might have been a little apprehensive so, once in the elevator, I tried reassuring her: I remember asking:

"Are you feeling okay sweetie? Look all you have to do is to turn the music up when we get down there and you won't hear them screaming. I promise I will keep you safe, I won't let anything happen to you."

Gracie didn't say or do anything she just remained floppy in my arms.

"Put the ear phones in now sweetie?" I said as we had reached the lobby.