Tears L•H

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Luke's POV

It's been 1 week.
Addilyn still isn't awake.
I'm waiting for the moment when she says that she was 'faking it' but it's not going to happen.

Addilyn could potentially be gone.

I still haven't spoken to anyone.
I haven't eaten.
I haven't had any sleep.

Everyone's worried.
My family.
Her family.
The boys families.

But, here I sit, holding hands with my practically dead girlfriend.

Alison's sister Pamela had her baby.
It was a boy, they named it Andrew.
He was born right in this hospital.
They came to visit us.
But I didn't speak.

I'm extremely skinny.
Lost 25 lbs.
25 fucking pounds.

I might as well cut myself anyways.
What's the point of living if I'm going to treat myself like this?
There is no point.

So, I find I knife, and take it to the bathroom.

I make small slices across my skin.
It hurts.
It stings.
Why did Addilyn do this to herself?
Well now I know why...

I make small incisions, making it so that I can live on for another day.

~1 week later~
She still hasn't woken up.
She only lost blood!
Why isn't she awake?!?

I've made more cuts.
Visible ones.
Ashton tried to speak to me.
His screams still make up my mind.
But I stayed silent.

Now, Addilyn's family stays.

Lilly tries to talk to me.
She's so innocent.
Amara is so sad.
Her husband holds onto Lilly.

I'm a burden to this family.
Who wants their daughter to have a boyfriend like me?
No one.

I remain silent.