WARNING: This chapter contains triggering content.
Oliver's POV
I stand there at the coffee machine trying to figure out what coffee Ocean likes. I didn't even know she drank coffee. What fifteen year old drinks coffee? Aren't they supposed to be into like, power drinks?
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I'm a terrible brother. I decide on a french vanilla cappuccino for Ocean and I. Ash's coffee looked like pure cream and sugar. Just the way Ash likes it.
Ocean walks out of the bathroom and I trade the coffee holder to her.
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I walk into the bathroom and pick the last stall, no chance of anyone seeing me. I sit down and the toilet and roll up my sleeve. Its been five months.
I pull the small blade out of my shirt pocket. I lay it in my palm. So tiny but so powerful. I put the sharp edge to my wrist, press down softly, and then drag.
I repeat the process over and over until I have around twenty, twenty five slices on my arm.
I grab handfuls of toilet paper and press it against my arm. The cuts aren't too deep, after all I have to hold Ocean ... And then there's my small Ash.
I clean myself up and slap some gauze from my draw string bag into my arm and pull the sleeve down.
---- Bella
The photo isn't very grunge but I couldn't find one that fit this chapter.
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Pyromaniac
RomanceA boy who fell in love with the very thing that destroyed him. The thing he wanted most in this world, the thing he chose over his soul mate.
