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WARNING: viewer digression is advised. This chapter includes body violence and horrific senses.

What's happening in this chapter is not to be messed with, if anyone is dealing with depression and anxiety, help them. They will need it. Keep your loved ones close. Stay strong and positive.❤️

Couple days later/India PoV:

I haven't been outside, I haven't eaten for a week. I can't seem to have the strength for life anymore.

I've lost Kellan, my bestfriend. Catherine's bestfriend. What is she doing now? What's happened to her now? Why am I not with her?

I can't even get out Simons room without crying again. All I've seen is si, vikk, Josh and JJ. I need Anna, my sister from another mister.

I've started to cut.

The pain goes,
It releases it,
It feels like I'm drowning,
And it pulls me out the water.

No one knows and it has to stay that way. I'm depressed. Again.

I need my mum.

I need a new life.

Everyone is out getting lunch, I didn't want everything. I left home alone which I can do what I want to do.

The blade against my sensitive skin, releasing the pain. Blood dripping onto the floor and the sink.

I look into the mirror in front of me, my eyes are puffy. I look ill. I look dead. A tear falls out again, I grab the bottle full of pills. I think about why would happen to me if I was dead, what would Simon do? What would Anna do?

How would they all feel?

I un-screw the bottle, I don't know how many there is but I down it all.

The bottle is now empty, my heads spinning, My eyes are going blurry, my skinny legs are giving in.

I'm left to now on the floor with blood coming out my head, the bottle is still in my hand, the scars, the freshly new cuts are showing.

I'm going.

Simon PoV:

We get into the house with food for India. "We're home!" JJ shouts, no response. I rush upstairs into my room, she's not there.

The bathroom door is slightly open, I look with horror. My baby girl is on the floor.

I rush to her body lying there and cry. "HELP!" I scream. "Help me" I sob in pain. I hold the one I love in my arms ever so gently.

I see her wrist, full of cuts.

It's like her body was a canvas, adding paints and lines to create a picture, to explain your story.

The bottle in her hand, the pills down her throat.

The guys come up in shock, they cry.

It's like I'm frozen, their carrying her to the car while Josh is shaking me.

I can't hear him, I'm stuck. Looking at India. The tears in his eyes leave with him pulling me into the car.

What if she doesn't make it?

What if I'm left and she's dead?

Why didn't I help her?

Why didn't I see her suffering?

If you know anyone, a family member, a friend or a person you know who is dealing with depression or anxiety. Please help them, tell their mum, dad, sisters or brothers, anyone who is very close to them. If you're in this situation please stay strong for your family and friends. If you leave, everyone will be effected by it. Stay positive everyone❤️