Reality {a sam pottorff/jc caylen fanfic}

We need to talk

Emily's pov.

10-15 more minutes were spent swimming around in the beautiful stream until I started to feel lightheaded. I reached up to a large patch of grass, and pulled my body out of the water. Sam and jc follow.

The trees around me started to spin, and my whole body started to feel heavy. My legs gave out, when I plopped down into the grass, right on my butt.

"You okay?" Jc asks, concern clear in his voice.

"Ow" I whisper.

"Come on" "let's get back to the car" jc suggests.

It was only about 6:30 but it felt like 4:00

I was so tired.

I slipped my shoes on, and followed the boys.

My vans dragged slowly in the dirt.

The beautiful scenery caused my mind to wander, until I thought about what had happened only a half an hour ago.

Sam.

Sams skin was lined with perfect red cuts, from his wrist, to his elbow

I can't get the picture out of my mind, sam looked down to my scarred wrist with such a shocked expression, I couldn't think of anything else to do but distract him.

Thinking about it made my stomach hurt.

Why do such beautiful people, do such ugly things to their body?

I was so focused in my thoughts, I didn't even notice the worried expression on my face, but sam did.

My mind re focused on sam when he rubbed his hand up my arm, and gave me a comforting smile.

When we got back to the car, I took jenns previous spot in the way back seat, jc took mine, and sam sat next to me again.

Jc laid down on the seats, resting his feet on the window.

My mind started racing again.

How could sam hurt himself like that?

What's wrong with him?

Does anyone else do this?

What if it's Trevor?

I started to panic when images of my innocent little brother slicing his skin flashed through my head.

I looked down at my bare wrist, lined with red scars.

I'm a hypocrite.

That's when I realized.

"MY BRACELET!" I yelled.

I've never hopped out of a car faster.

"Where you going?!" Sam called to me

"Stay here" I demanded; before disappearing into the forests.

My feet ran, and ran, it wasn't even me, I couldn't control it, but I ran, as fast as I could, back to that damn stream.

I stopped to Catch some air for a second, but I nearly died when I heard a twig snap, somewhere behind one of the large trees.

My eyes searched for a small animal.

In seconds, I heard loud footsteps, fast shuffling.

Pressure was out on my waist.

"Ahhh!" I let out a blood curdling scream, before turning around to find sam standing there with his arms around me.

I began to walk away, towards the stream that way inky about 5 feet away.

"Asshole" I called before slapping his hands away from my body.

I legs gave out, when I looked down and saw beads, little rainbow beads from Tyler's bracelet floating away.

I dropped to my knees and started to cry

I didn't care if sam was there.

Tyler, my bestfriend for 7 years left me this bracelet when he committed suicide, no note, no nothing, just a bracelet, and it was gone.

My arms started to shake, my eyebrows were furrowed, and my fists were clenched uncontrollably.

I looked down at my arms and realized what had to be done to relieve pressure

I turned around to the boy standing behind me.

"Sam, GO!" Tears still pouring out,

"I'm not leaving you in the woods alone, em". He kicks his feet in the mulch

"GO AWAY SAM!!" I yell, so loud I think it shocks him, his feet stay planted in the same spot.

There's nothing I can do, and if I don't do something right now, I think I'll explode.

I pull out my leopard wallet, and open the zipper.

I shake it violently until my "emergency blade" falls into my lap.

I hold the small pencil sharpener blade in my hands and hold out my arm.


*sams pov.*

Is she actually...

As she brings the blade to her arm, I slide to the ground, the dirt and mud surrounding the patch of mulch she's sitting on; cover my jeans.

I wrap my arms around her back, and use my left hand to push her arm down while picking the blade up, out of her hand, and quickly toss it into the stream.

I don't move, I just sit there, with my arms wrapped around her, she begins to sob, which I had predicted.

"We need to talk". I whisper into her ear, pulling her even tighter against my chest.