Bullied...

Was Clean

*Jayden's POV*

I sat on my bed, crying into my pillow. I couldn't believe this was actually happening to me.

Then, I heard a knocking on my door.

"Go away! I don't wanna talk right now!" I yelled and Grayson's voice started to speak, from behind the door.

"Jayden?" he said and I smiled at his voice. But, I took that smile, right off my face, as soon as I noticed, I was doing it.

"Grayson... I really don't wanna talk about it." I said in a softer voice.

"Okay. That's totally fine. We just, won't talk about it, then." he said and I got up and walked over to the door. I unlocked it, and he walked in.

He sat down on the bed and I stayed, sitting beside him, awkwardly.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong right now. But, you'll have to tell us sooner or later." he said and I nodded.

"Grayson. I don't think it would be a good idea to tell you or Ethan... I'm really scared about this." I said and he looked directly into my eyes.

"Well, I would try to comfort you. But, I don't know what's wrong." he said and I shook my head.

"I know... I really want to tell you! But, I'm scared!" I told him and he hugged me.

"Well, whenever you're ready to tell us, come outside. We'll probably be in the living room." he said, and I got so upset, over the words he had used.

"That's the thing! You might still be there! But, what do I do if you're not? That's exactly the situation I'm in right now... I'm scared that if I tell you guys, you'll leave me..." I told him and he sighed.

"Jayden... You know, we will never leave you." he said, and I shook my head again.

"But, I really think you'll change your mind about this one..." I said and he got up.

"We aren't going to leave you... Not now. Not ever." he said and he walked out the door. But, on his way out, he said something...

"I mean, look at the bright side... At least you don't have cancer or something..." he said and buried my head into my pillow.

I sobbed and sobbed, trying not to let anyone hear. I shook my head and got off my bed. I went over to the door, and I locked it back.

Then, I walked into my bathroom.

I'm going to do it...

I picked up a blade and placed on my wrist. I slid the blade across my skin. I only cut myself once. But, the blood rushed out of my skin faster than it ever had before.

I started freaking out. I started to think that I might have accidentally cut a vein. I started getting light headed, and I fell to the ground.

All I could see was white.

*Grayson's POV*

"Hey what do you want for dinner?" I asked Ethan, and he looked up at me from his phone.

"I don't care." he said looking, back away.

"I don't care either... I'll just ask Jay." I told him, and I got up from the couch. I walked over to her door, and I placed my hand, on the door knob.

I twisted it, and it didn't open. I looked over at Ethan, and he squinted.

"It's locked." I told him, and he got up.

"Jayden?" I said loudly, through the door, and I didn't get a response. Then, Ethan started banging on the door as hard as he could.

"Jay?? Can you hear us?" he asked and again, No Response.

"Is she okay?" he asked me, and I lifted my shoulders.

"I have no idea." I replied, and his eyes got big.

"What if she's done something... Call the cops!" he yelled, and I ran to my phone, which was laying on the table.

I dialed 911 and a lady picked up.

*Phone Call*
-Hello? What is your emergency?
Hi! My girlfriend is locked in her room and she won't answer! We think she might be hurt! But, we can't get into the room.
-What's your address?
Um... We live in the LA Renaissance Apartments. Apartment 204.
-We will be there in about 10 minutes.
No! You need to be here immediately! Hurry!
-Okay. Calm down, Sir. We have officers on the way to your apartment.
Okay. Bye!

"Are they on their way?" Ethan asked and I nodded, nervously.

About 2 minutes later, we heard banging on the door. I ran to it and opened it. 2 cops and 2 detectives came in.

"Where is she?" they asked and I pointed to Ethan, who was standing by the door.

They broke down the door and I didn't see her in her room at all. Then, I opened her bathroom door, she was laying in a puddle of blood, with a bloody, blade in her right hand.

My stomach dropped. I started breathing heavy and I wasn't sure what to do.

The first detective quickly got out her walkie talkie, and started speaking into it.

"We need a bus, quick!" she yelled and started checking for a pulse. But, the other detective started quickly pushed Ethan and I out of the room. Ethan and I fought back hard. But, it didn't work.

*Ethan's POV*

I had never seen Grayson so scared in my life before. I saw a tear drop out of his eye, and down his cheek. He never acted this way.

Every once in a while he would get upset. But, he wasn't just upset. We was mad, sad, and all kinds of terrified, all at once.

That killed me inside.