CAUTION! SELF HARM IN THIS CHAPTER!
Kian's Pov.
Jc hadn't been out of his room for three days, I'm getting worried. He does have a mini fridge, and a microwave in there, but I know he can't survive with just popcorn, leftover Taco Bell, Arizona Tea, and water bottles. I miss Jc hanging out with me. I know this whole thing us my fault. But I regret everything that I did. I wish that we didn't go so fast, but I don't necessarily regret it either. I just didn't want This to happen.I need to talk to him, and soon.
Jc's Pov.
I've been depressed, a lot. Thinking about Kian ignoring me makes me sick. I want him to love me, that's why I haven't really been eating. I don't want to eat, I feel as if I'm fat, and that's why Kian isn't talking to me. So I figured that if I stop eating he'll love me again. Makes since, right? I've been thinking about cutting, but I don't want that to be one more thing that he hates about me though. Maybe I can say that wishbone scratched me. Wishbone wouldn't mind me using him as an excuse. Maybe I don't have to use him though. Maybe I could cut my thighs, or maybe even my whole leg. I can just wear jeans for awhile, just until they fade away. Fuck it. Kian's not gonna take me back, might as well. I don't really have anything in my room that would work, so I get to leave my room, and possibly see Kian. I'm just gonna ignore him. I'm walking down the stairs, to our kitchen. As I'm mid way through the living room, Kian try's talking to me. "Jc. You're out of your room." I ignore him, as planned and head towards the utility draw. I move around pointless things, until I find what I was looking for. I open a tiny box, and grab a couple. I close the box, as well as the draw, and head back upstairs. Kian has a worried look on his face, as I walk past him once more. I finally reach my room, and lock the door. I heard Kian walking behind me and I don't want him to stop me from doing what I deserve. I grab the razors out of my jeans, and pull up my sleeve. Before I cut, I look at my skin, remembering what it would've looked like if Kian and I didn't date. If we didn't sleep together. If I wasn't a flaw. I feel tears forming, but I need to get prepared to cut. Finally one more thing that Kian will hate. It stings for a little, but I get passed it. As I'm crying I make another mark, and another making sure that its deeper. I feel my vision blurr, and my arms weaken. I try cutting once more, hoping that it'll all end. But I just can't get enough strength to do it. I soon feel my eyes shutting out the world, with the razor in my hand. Blood everywhere, and a smashed door, with a tall guy by my bed. I finally see darkness.
Aye! So sorry for anyone who hates people who self harm, but I figured this will add to the story. Anyways! I AM SO SORRY THAT I HAVE'NT UPDATED IN A WHILE!!!! But! You have this little chapter. I love you guys! Bye! ~Squiggly Line👽
