*Warning this chapter contains self-harm and such. If you don't like this kind of stuff, please skip.*
Shane P.O.V
This can't be happening. I keep replaying the scene in my head. She's gone. My mom was the closest person to me. And it all changed in a matter of seconds. She was on her way home picking up our football play book from my dad's house when a drunk driver hit her. She had no idea it was coming. Its all my fault. I'm the one that asked her to pick up the book. It should have been me. I can't stop the tears. I'm trying to stay strong for my little sister Emma. She's only 6 and has no idea any of this has happened. I walk to the bathroom, and pick up my razor. Haven't done this in a while. One by one I start running it across my wrist. My arms are engulfed in a pool of red. I hear I knock on the door. Whoever it is. They can wait. More and more lines are made across my arms. All of a sudden a figure bursts through the door. Then everything's black.
Morgan P.O.V
I burst into the bathroom. I knew Shane was home. His truck was still in the same place as it was last night. Something's not right. And bad wrong. I see blood splattered across the bathroom counter. And Shane feel over, but he's still cooperative. I grab the nearest towel and press it to the cuts. I have to stop the bleeding. I call his dad and explain what's happened and tell him not to worry. Yet. I manage to get the bleeding to stop and wrap the cuts up. Shane seems lost in his own world. I wrap myself around him. Too afraid to let him go. "Don't let me go, cause I'm tired of feeling alone." I hear. Barley audible. "I won't. Not today, Not ever." I say kissing his forehead.
A/N
I quoted "Don't Let Me Go" by Harry Styles in here hehe. I cried writing this.. But anyways, do you like it? Vote & Comment
|||~Trinity xx
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Could This Be Love?
JugendliteraturThis is the story of a girl who thought she could never love again. Little did she know, someone would come along and sweep her off her feet. Shane.
