Blue Neighbourhood

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ADAMS POV

I've been crying all day. I can't stop.

I actually thought he wanted to talk to me when he called me, but of course I scared him away. He probably saw that photo. It's not like he would actually care about me. No one does.......at least not anymore.

I walk to my bathroom for the second time today, and I stare at myself.

My eyes are insanely puffy, I look pale, and I honestly look like a ghost.

I feel no emotions anymore. Sure I do cry almost everyday now, but I still feel nothing.

I reach for my razor again. I know this isn't who I am, but it's so addicting. I can't stop. It's like the only thing that stops the pain, even for just a couple of seconds.

I stare at myself in the mirror, and I can hear the familiar voices that won't go away.

'Just end it you faggot!'

'No one will remember in a year anyway.'

'Do it.'

'Kill yourself.'

'I know you can hear me Adam.'

"Shut up!"

I yell that so loud I even scare myself.

All of a sudden I hear silence.

It's like the voices decided to give me a break this time.

Before I can even think of anything else, my phone starts to ring.

'Don't assume it's Troye'
I just didn't want to get my hopes up.

It wasn't him.

It was Perth EMS.

Why would they be calling me?

"Hello?"

"Yes, is this Adam Young?"

"Yes, who's calling?"

"Sir this is Dr.Johnson, I need you to come to the hospital right away it's concerning your father. He's in the trauma center right now. We need you as soon as possible."

"Oh okay. I'm on my way."

I hang up and realize that I'm shaking.

I haven't been to the hospital since my mum died.

Sure my dad is a little bit of a drunk, but he's never ended up in the hospital, let alone a trauma center.

This is serious.