Ivy's P.O.V:
I glanced down at the knife infront of me. Maybe I should just- would anyone care? That seemed like the best option right now.
I sat down and thought for a second; what did I have to live for? My friends were backstabbers, my family were liars and I wasn't doing well in school... so what was the point?
I closed my eyes and breathed a long, shuddering breath, releasing some of the pent up emotion inside of me. Then I picked up the knife.
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Anna's P.O.V:
I woke up screaming, my body wrapped into a tight ball as I trembled and wept into my pillow.
Memories circled my head about that night, that night when I had lost so many friends, and ruined Zoes life.
Shame envaded my head, making it hard to think and I just wanted to shrivel up and die just thinking about it. Why had I done such a thing? I had not only hurt people, I had also destroyed myself.
I got out of bed and caked makeup all over my face, on the outside I looked like a careless, slutty chav, but in the inside I was broken; and in a way, weren't we all?
Weren't we all trying to be something we weren't, shadowing the real us deep inside: as not to get judged or hurt? I think secretly we're all terrified of opening up, letting people see who we really are, just incase. Could nobody see the smile I put on to fit in? The forced laugh? The welled up tears in my eyes as I look away so no one can see?
There was one thing of what I was certain: one thing that coursed through my discombobulated mind: I needed to apologise.
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Zoe's P.O.V:
I smiled physcotically and stared in delight at the knife infront of me. Its huge blade was dotted with fresh blood and its handle was worn with use but it was beautiful. And incredibly effective.
The speckles of shedded blood were scattered onto the sheets, unequivantly soaking each thread of material sown into the mattress. Lay in the midst of it all, a blood sodden corpse rested, almost peacefully.
I stared at it for a minute, before eventually coming to my senses;
What had I done!?
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Kathy's P.O.V:
I gulped down another shot of vodka, enjoying the burning sensation as it slid down my scorched throat. I was drunk, that much was obvious.
I pranced around the room happily, giggling away to myself and incessantly smiling.
I drank to forget; and, for now, I was satisfied.
I stumbled drunkly, trying to get a sense of direction in this spinning room. Was I on a fairground?
Giggling drunkly, I tried to ready myself and reached for the door handle before falling to the ground on my bum.
'Ow!' I squealed, rubbing my hurt butt and frowning, completely discombobulated.
However, my mood quickly shifted and I lifted myself up and skipped, falling over a few times, merrily to the stairs.
I grabbed on to the banister as the room revolved around me unsteadily,
'Woaahh... steady girl' I chuckled humourously to myself before crawling shakedly up the stairs.
"Hello."
A deep voice awoke me from my daze and I glanced up curiously. Zoe.
'Oh haiii!' I whisper-shouted to her and started giggling again.
'Come with me.' Came her low, raspy and sleep deprived voice.
'Err...' I was cut off by her launching at me, grabbiny my arms behind my back and vigorously kissing me.
I was shaken, but I found it too funny.
'Woah, woah missy calm down I have a boyfriend!' I winked.
She stared at me for a long time before burying her head into my kneck:
'Not anymore you don't.'
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James' P.O.V:
I woke up in a sea of pain, waves of drowsyness hitting me as I slowly and painfully opened my eyes. My eyelids were heavy, weighing down my face, and my vision was dotted with red.
There was a searing pain in my body and it was as if I'd been hit by a car. Hit by a car 6 times.
I realised I couldn't move anything except my eyes, so I tried to open them as wide as I could and immediatly looked around frantically.
I came to understand that I had no clue where I was... or worse, who I was.
My ears were ringing from whatever had made me this way, but in the distance I could make out a faint noise.. like people talking.
I strained my ears to try to make out what exactly was being said, but as I tried to understand; I heard a muffled whisper and then a piercing scream.
And then a thump.
