drown × calum hood [complete]

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Chapter Three: And I can't take one more moment of this silence

Dedicated to: musicismylife45 bc she's awesome ❤❤

×Calum×

"Who shoved her tampon up the wrong way?" Michael joked, making Ashton, Luke and Mali laugh.

"But seriously," Mali said. "I think someone did."

"She's your friend, Mali and she obviously doesn't like food," Calum snapped. "She's probably anorexic."

"Sorry, Calum. We were just trying to have some fun. You seem so sad all the time."

He sighed and ran his hand through his thick hair. He wondered if he would get an afro if he grew it out.

"Can you give me a minute, please? Alone?"

They all nodded. He ran upstairs and into his room, searching through his drawers and under his mattress.

"Where are they?" Calum muttered. He finally found them in the exact middle of his bed under his mattress and took the packet out, pulling a single one out.

He stuck it in his mouth and searched around for his lighter. He didn't want to yell for Mali because she thought he had quit. He felt bad for lying to her, but the cigarettes helped him calm down.

"I thought you were trying to quit, mate."

He spun around and saw Michael, a sad expression on his face. "Do you have a lighter?"

Michael sighed but handed Calum a black lighter anyways.

"Thanks."

Calum climbed out his window and sat on the roof, staring at the sunset. Michael joined him a few minutes later.

Michael leaned over and took the cigarette out of Calum's fingers and brought it to his own mouth, taking a long drag.

He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke drift away in the breeze. "You do realize we shouldn't be doing this."

"I know," Calum mumbled, taking the cancer-stick from Mikey and holding it in between his lips.

"Can you at least try to quit, Cal? For me?"

"You make it sound like I'm your boyfriend."

"Are you offering?"

"Nah." He inhaled again, holding it for a few seconds before blowing smoke rings.

He smoked the entire cigarette and flicked the remains into the gutter after stomping the flame out.

"I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Kay."

He walked into his bathroom and stripped down to his boxers after waiting for the shower to warm up.

He had a knife hidden in here somewhere...

Under all the dirty clothes in the laundry hamper was his small knife. Yes, it was small but it could potentially end his life.

He did four quick slices down each arm before washing off the blood with toilet paper.

He wasn't actually having a shower; he just needed to get rid if the smell of smoke so Mali didn't find out.

After a quick shower he dried himself off, carefully dabbing his scars.

Calum wrapped the towel around his waist before washing off the knife and hiding it in the toilet cistern.

He didn't care if someone found it. He didn't care about anything at the moment.

It seemed like the knife always taunted him. It called out to him saying, One more cut to end it all, Calum.

"Stop it!" Calum yelled out to no one, cupping his hands over his ears.

"Cal? Calum, open the door! Right now!"

He threw open the door and collapsed into Ashton's arms. "It's okay, Cal. I'm here."

And he let it all out.

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