The Third Year

Chapter 34

Hey guys! So here's a super super SUPER short chapter (at least compared to the others recently) but I really wanted to get something up so y'all didn't have to wait as long. It hasn't been read over or edited so please excuse any grammar/spelling errors. I'm working on going through and revising so it will get fixed eventually! Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think!

Also, I cover some rough topics in this story so be aware if you get queasy or anything. I'll try and mark where that stuff is, but it is very important for the background of the story. Thanks.

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Chapter 34

Ivy’s POV

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The blade rested against my wrist as I took a shaky breath. A sob broke through as I pressed the blade down, spots of blood pooling around it. I gasped from the slight release, but it wasn’t enough.

I pressed harder, but still didn’t get relief. I leaned against the wall as I continued to sob, blood running down my arm to my wrist before dripping onto the tile floor.

I looked at both my wrists, which were both bleeding rather hard. I put the blade on the floor as I grabbed the bathroom counter, pulling myself up. I was shaky as I looked at my mascara streaked face in the mirror.

Another sob hitched in my throat when I saw the person staring back at me in the mirror. I didn’t know this person. I wasn’t the person I had dreamed of becoming, but instead I was the person I always pitied. The person that gave up too easily or had a difficult past to the point that they couldn’t handle it anymore; the type of person who only thought their way out was harming themselves.

I turned away from the mirror as I wrapped towels around my wrists, trying to slow the bleeding. I raised my hands up above my heart to try and slow the bleeding. Eventually after what felt like hours, my wrists stopped bleeding.

While I was greatful the blood had stopped, as soon as the blood stopped all the pain came rushing back to me, making me stumble back against the bathroom wall, sliding down to the floor.

I grabbed the knife and lifted my t-shirt, placing the blade on my stomach where there were the fewest scars. I gently pushed the blade down, trying to draw out the pain as long as possible, for it was my only distraction from the real world.

Someone began pounding on the bathroom door, calling my name. “Ivy! Please, don’t do this! Please, just open the door!” he yelled through in a panic.

I began sobbing again as I closed my eyes and mashed the blade down further, the blood pooling around it, as I sat listening to Cole beat continuously on the door, screaming out my name.

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“Ivy! IVY!”

My eyes flew open as I screamed, tears running down my face. I gasped for breath, but was unable to get any air as I was crying so hard. I was pinned down to my bed, two strong hands holding my upper arms down against the mattress. I flailed against the person holding me, trying desperately to escape.

“IVY!” a voice sounded over my screams. The voice triggered something in my brain, telling me I knew whoever was holding me down.

“Ivy, stop! Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Cole said gently, still holding me down.

I was gasping for air, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my eyes took in Cole’s face hovering over me. His eyes were filled with worry and fear, as he studied me.