Story of a Victim [COMPLETED]

Part 18: Gone

*TRIGGER WARNING: Chapter may mention abuse, suicide, self-harm, and/or eating disorders. Read at your own risk.*

Jacob's POV

I made her cut so much. Why? Part of it was her dad, but I was most of it. I'm a monster. She didn't deserve any of it.
I asked her if I caused most of the cuts, even though I already knew the answer. Then she looked on the ground. Nothing was there. Whatever.

"Sabrina?" I say. She just keeps looking. I look again. There is 3 pills by her foot. She quickly reaches down to grab them.

I grab them before her. I throw them out her window.

"Jacob! What did you do?!" She yells at me.

"Stop hurting yourself! You are just trying to get attention, and it's not working! If you think making me feel sorry for you is going to make me come back into your life, your certainly wrong! So stop!" I yell. I cover my mouth.

I know she wasn't trying to get attention, she was sad because I ignored her for a month without me telling her why, and her dad killed himself because of her. She just needed someone to understand. Why did I suddenly outburst like that?

"Your right, I am feeling sorry for myself. It not because my dad committed suicide because of me, or you ignored me for a month, or my best friend is spending all her time with her boyfriend! It's not because everyone hates me again! Your right, I'm just trying to steal all of the attention!" She yells, her eyes becoming glossy again. I can't tell if it's because she's sad or because she's really angry with me.

"I didn't mean it," I tell her.

"Then why did you say it?!" She whispers. I don't respond. She runs into her bathroom and locks the door.

I slam on the door so hard I think I may break it. I yell her name numerous times, but I don't hear a thing.

I shout again. No answer. I knock. No answer.

"Sabrina?" I say slowly.

"Sabrina?" I say again. No answer.

"Sabrina" I yell loudly. I hear sobbing.

"Please don't do anything to yourself," I plead.

"It's already done," I hear her say.

"What do you mean?" I say.

"I love you J-acob" she says weakly. Then I hear a thud. I whip my phone out and dial 9-1-1. I tell them all the information they need to know while trying to pick the lock to the door. Once I end the call, the door bursts open and I see Sabrina laying on the floor near the toilet.

"Sabrina, no!" I yell, tears immediately springing to my eyes. She had new, fresh, big cuts in her wrist and stomach. They were wide. She's bleeding herself to death. Like hell, I'm not letting her die like this. She's not suppose to be gone yet.

"Please stay with me," I cry, kissing her, thinking that every kiss I give her will help her come back, but her fragile body remains still in my arms. The paramedics come and I ride in the back with them, since I told them I had no ride there at all.