Sitting Alone in the August Sun

Too deep

(A/N) hope you like it 😘

---Ava's POV---

I could feel the bright August sun in my eyes as I drove away from the graveyard. As I drive my mind wanders off. I start thinking about how me and my love used to go on camping trips where we would fish and swim. For most people memories like that are bitter sweet, but for me they are only bitter. They just remind me what we could of had and the great memories we could of made. I try not thinking of him but even the smallest things can trigger memories. Like if I see a mouse I think of the time we found one an old box and he started screaming like a little girl. Or if I see a clown I remember the time he dressed up as a clown to scare on Halloween. Everyone thinks you remembered loved ones that dies by the bigger thinks they did in life like their job or where they lived but I remember him in the little memories not the big ones.

By the time I finally pull into my drive way I am feeling weighed down. My longing to hold him, the best boyfriend, in the the world grows. But he's long gone. I will never be able to hug him or hear his laugh ever again. Death claimed him for his own and ripped him out of my arms. I look at my blue house. The colors like a robins egg. I walk through the oak door and put my keys in the shinning silver key bowl and walk into the bathroom. I took out a razor and bring it up to my thigh. I always cut my thighs because if I cut my wrists my mom would find out. Ever since the death of my prince my mom has been over protective if she found out I cut she would make me go a therapist. My friends are the same way. I am glad I have my own house because ever since he died I have tried to build a wall between me and society. I take the blade of it and slide it against my thigh. I see the bright red blood flown down my leg. Oh god theirs a lot, I must of cut too deep. I try to stop the bleeding but I start to feel light headed. I ha e no idea what to do. I can't call 911, my mom, or my friend because I would probably end up at a therapist and the last thing I wanna do is talk to some weird doctor about my "feelings". Then I remember Liam. I could call him. I barley know him so he wouldn't be able to call my family. I pick up the phone and dial his number.

"Hello,"

Liam says

"Liam it's Ava, I need help,"

I cringe at how weak my voice sounds.

"Okay what's your address,"

He says.

I'm surprised at how calm he sounds. I give him my address and hang up the phone. I try to stay awake.

(A/N)

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