Bad dreams&sharp things /dalton rapattoni

1.5

Just re-read yhis chapter and realised it didnt make much sense so...this should be better!

It's the usual morning, reaching for my phone to stop the horrid alarm I derided; I feel paper at my fingertips. Sitting up, I grab the plain white envelope from my night stand, opening it carefully. I furrow my eyebrows together, who even writes letters any more? Unfolding the letter I recognise Dalton's handwriting. I began to read

To Scarlett,

I tried writing this letter 100 times in 100 different ways, letters are scattered around my floor at the moment, but it doesn't sound right. I don't know if it's because I'm really bad at explaining things or if what I'm about to say is tearing my heart in two and making it impossible to write; so I'm just going to keep it simple, it'll make it easier for the both of us. Somethings come up and I have to go for away for awhile I don't exactly know how long it will be though  I will miss you; just don't wait for me okay?

Bye

Dalton

I fell off my bed and broke into tears. Going where? Why wouldnt he tell me where or why did he tell me all through a letter? 

Throwing myself on my bed realisation hit me harder than before. "I really am alone now "my breath getting caught in my throat causing me to pull my pillow closer to me as if it was a cure to the loneliness and I cried myself to sleep.
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I woke to the feeling of dampness from my pillow against my cheek. Gently caressing my face, my fingers comes into contact with a wet tear ...So obviously I've been crying all night. I tried groaning but instead a croaky squeak escapes my mouth. The muscles around my body ache as I tried heading over to my bathroom, but I felt like I was being pinned down. I just didn't have the motivation. I could not bring myself to get up, what is the point anyway? Giving up, i stare blankly at the ceiling familiarising myself with the Chipped paint

My position didnt change, I would not and could not move myself even for food, just the thought made me feel sick because the truth was, I was not even the slightest bit hungry. Every thought in my mind was about Dalton and how he left me, with every thought came tears, the pain and the slight screams haunted me.

A spark lit in my mind as I walked slowly towards my bath tub.  I got the razor that been tempting me since the second I walked in. I slid the blade across my wrist and watch the blood seed out. I threw the blade back in the tub before making the final 5 cuts

27 and counting

the occasional stinging made me wince

"How could you leave me dalton? You were all I had! "I yell sobbing, holding my head in my shaky hands