Dear Niall **TRIGGERING**

Chapter 3

The next day, I woke up in the hospital. “Hey Sar-bear.” Jazzy said quietly. “How are you feeling?” “Okay, not great, but as good as I can be in this situation.” She nodded understandingly. “Okay. I’ll go get the doctor, to tell him that you’re awake. I nodded, and she walked out. I closed my eyes again and opened them. When Jazzy walked in with the doctor, I immediately asked, “What day is it?!” “Tuesday....” “I WAS OUT FOR TWO DAYS? THE CONCERT IS IN THREE DAYS!” The doctor butted in. “Yes, and we are releasing you tomorrow morning, but you’ll need crutches.” I nodded, grinning. The doctor laughed at my expression and walked out.

I looked at Jazzy. “Um...” “I have the guest bedroom waiting for you.” She grinned at me, and I smiled back

“Jazzy, you’re the best, you know that?” “I know.” She flipped her hair jokingly, and we both burst into laughter.

“C’mon lets go home!” Jazzy nudged me along with her shoulder, heading out to the car. I slowly worked my way over to the car, and got in, and we drove back to Jazzy’s flat.

We went inside, and upstairs. She unlocked the door, and we walked in. I went straight to the guest bedroom-I mean my room. I smiled. No more mom. No more abuse. I looked around and noticed that Jazzy had packed all my stuff, and put it in my room for me.

I went straight to the bookshelf, looking for the book. 

C’mon, where is it?

Aha!

I sighed happily, I found it. I open the hollowed out book and grab the shiny piece of metal. 

I stared at it. My downfall. My friend. My addiction. My life.

I walked to the bathroom, holding the razor tightly. I sat on the tiles, staring at the small piece of metal that lay in my hand.

I put it to my wrist gently, then pushed hard, harder, harder, until it broke skin, as I dragged it in a line across my wrist.

One cut for mom.

One cut for Dad.

One cut for uselessness.

One cut for being unlovable.

One cut for being a burden.

I stare at my bloody wrists. I grabbed my washcloth and applied pressure, until it stopped bleeding.

I bandaged them, and covered it with a sweater. I left the bathroom, and ran right into Jazzy, glaring. “Sarah. Did you cut?” I looked at the ground and she sighed, obviously upset. “Sarah, you need to stop. Stop cutting. Stop starving yourself. Stop purging. Stop attempting suicide! I’m done taking care of you!” I began to cry, and ran out the door. “Wait! Sarah! I didnt mean it! Im sor-” She was cut off but the elevator doors closing. I sobbed, and when the doors opened, I raced out, going to the bridge in the park.

This was the end.

A/N Ooo! Cliff hanger!! What's gonna happen? WIll she end it? Or not? Ill update again soon!

xx-

Melody