Paparazzi (The outsiders ff)

Chapter 8

I was in one of the stalls in the school bathroom, the big one that handy caps use? Yeah, that one.

I hold my switchblade in my hand, flipped open. I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this, but I felt like I had to. I needed to get Ponyboy to understand that I loved him more than anything, more than myself.

I placed the freshly sharpened blade on my upper arm, carving a line then a small curve connected to the red line. I tilted my head back, biting back a whimper at the burning pain.

I love ponyboy, I thought to myself, I love him too much to be so selfish.

I carved a circle next to the bleeding cut, then three slumped lines. I carved until my masterpiece was finished. I set my bloody switchblade next to me on the tiled floor, focusing on the bloody name though the sweat.

Ponyboy

I suddenly felt a grin grow on my face, I actually did it. I really do love Pony, with all my heart. His name was tattooed on my skin for everyone to see. I needed more.

I grab my switch and rolled up my jeans, I positioned my blade and dug in.

"I love you, Ponyboy." I repeated over and over as I broke skin, motivating myself not to give up my love.

Mrs. Curtis.

That would be me one day, my leg spoke truth, written with the color my love admires. Red, he loved red.

I felt my sight haze, but I couldn't stop, I needed to keep going. I lift up my shirt, the bloody tip of the blade poking into my stomach.

I see darkness surrounding my eyesight, slowly consuming me. I couldn't give out until I finished, I wouldn't give out until I finished. I yank my switch out of my stomach when I was done,

Anita Laura Sove

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Ponyboy Micheal Curtis

I suddenly drop my switchblade, falling back against the white wall. A few chuckles escaped my lips as I heard someone come in, a female, telling another she heard a thump come from here. I heard a few gasps at my chuckle, footsteps going to my stall,

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I open my mouth, a weak moan came out of my lips and I slump against the wall.

The last thing I heard before blacking out was the stall door open and terrified screams.

Ponyboy POV (I decided to change POVS in the same chapter so the chapter could be longer :D)

I haven't seen Anita since she left math -I was too scared to call her Ana ever since the night at the movie house- and I couldn't help but worry. There were rumors going around that they found her dead in a bathroom stall, others saying she committed suicide. Everyone thought I was the reason why. I couldn't understand how it could of been me.

Cherry was the one who found her, she said she heard a sharp thump come from the bathroom while she walked by with Marcia, a friend of hers. She said she went in and and heard a noise come from the last stall, and, through her crying, said she saw Anita slumped against the wall, her bloody switchblade on the floor.

The thought of her body lying there gave me shivers, they say she wrote something on her body, but they couldn't tell because of the blood.

When school was over, I decided to go and see how she was holding up. I was really scared, how would she look like? Would she look awful? I pondered these questions as I walked through the double doors of the hospital. It was blank and dull, I hated hospitals, but the worrying got the better of me. I quickly got her room number and went over.

I poke my head through the door, seeing her blankly stare at the wall.

"Anita?"

She turned her head towards me, her face lighting up.

"Pony, you came." I stepped closer, being cautious,

"Yeah, why did you do this to yourself?"

"For you." She said, love in her tone,

"I did it all for you." I pause,

"For me?" I asked in disbelief, she nodded,

"Of course. This proves I love you more than life itself." She was begging me to believe her,

"Anita.. this has gotten way out of hand." her face dropped slightly,

"But.... But I love you.." I felt terrible,

"Maybe.. we shouldn't be friends anymore." she sat up abruptly, making me back up,

"No....no no no, please! Don't do this to me! To us!" She had tears running down her face,

"There isn't us." I say lightly, "there never was an us."

She started crying, and I seriously wanted to hightail it out of there, but I wasn't that cruel.

I lightly touched her shoulder, squeaking when she grabbed it. She squeezed it tightly,

"you kissed me." She says, fire burning in her eyes. The grip on my hand became unbearably tight,

"I know, and I shouldn't have. I was just curious. I didn't mean for you to..." I pause.

"To what?" she growled, nearly braking my hand in half,

"To give my all for you? To carve your name into my skin? To love you with everything I have?" I was shaking,

"You're... you're hurting me."

"Well that's a damn shame!" she spat, throwing my hand off her,

"You hurt me! You destroyed me and killed me!" She pointed to the door,

"Get out before I maime you!" I flew out, slamming the door shut behind me. I lean my ear against the door, hearing her soft sobbing.