Too Late

Chapter 6

*may be triggering to some*

Chapter 6.
Y/N's POV

Opening the door to my house, I was greeted by two suitcases. That was odd.

"Mum? What's going on?" I shouted through the house.

"I'm going on a business trip. I'm leaving in an hour. Didn't I tell you? I'm sorry!"

Did that mean that I had the house to myself for the rest of the weekend? I think yes.

"Oh, okay mom!" I yelled back.

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My mother finally left and I burst into tears. Ashton tried to call and text me a couple of times, but I didn't reply. I couldn't handle this. Everything was stressing me out. School-work started getting harder, people were getting meaner, and the thing with Ashton was just too overwhelming. It was time to dig out a companion of mine. It has helped me through many schools, different reasons of stress, and different situations.

I took my bracelets off to reveal old scars, and week old scars. One week, that was pretty good. For me, at least. Tears started streaming down my face, they fell harder than a waterfall. My blade dug into the skin and broke it slightly. It stung at first, but as I kept going, it sped up and didn't give time for stinging.

All my problems seemed to fade away for a moment. All my pain was from my freshly broken skin. It's been too long since this. The voices in my head kept telling me 'deeper.' I kept going, the blade repeatedly digging into my skin.

My arm was a painting. Only, instead of a paintbrush, it was a razor. And instead of paint, it was blood. The warm crimson-color liquid shot from the wounds, causing me to smile. All my pain disappeared. Sadly, it was only a temporary solution. As the cuts got deeper, I started feeling a little uneasy.

Just a few more, I thought.

Until, the door bell rang.

Shit. Who'd come to the door? What if I don't go down? Maybe they'll just leave.

It was about a minute and a half when the door rang again.

I just stayed there hoping the person outside would leave.

They didn't.

The doorbell rang again, followed by pounding at the door. I got up from where I was sitting and tried to clean my arm up, in fear of the person being able to come in. I grabbed a red colored wash cloth that I knew wouldn't show off the blood and pressed it firmly to my arm, in hopes of stopping the bleeding.

"Y/N! I know you're inside! Please open the door. I'm not leaving until you open the goddamn door!" The person shouted.

It was a man's voice. But, I couldn't tell whose it was. Assuming the voice belonged to Ashton, due to the this morning, I went downstairs to unlock the door for him to come in. My cuts had stopped oozing red liquid, but I didn't bother covering them up. Ashton knew about the cutting, I knew he wouldn't mind. He understood me. Well, he kind of understands. But, there's just way too much in my life. No one will ever be able to understand everything in my life. I don't even understand everything in my life.

I swung open the door with puffy eyes, only to see Luke. I quickly hid my hands behind my back.

"Um... What. What are you. Uh, what are you doing here?" I questioned him.

He invited himself in and shut the door. He slowly made himself closer and closer to me, I kept backing up, up until the point where my back hit the wall.

"Hi." He smiled.

My arms were still behind my back.

"Um, hi." I said uncomfortably.

Was I dreaming? What was happening?

His face came closer and closer to mine.

"Stop, please." I said. "You've got a girlfriend." I made the mistake of putting my arms out in front of me to stop him.

"We broke up, by the way." Then, he noticed my cuts, and grabbed my arms to look at them better.

"What are these?"

"They're nothing." I said harshly while pulling my arms away. "Please get out of my house."

"Please, just let me help." He said wrapping his arms around me. I had to admit, it felt right. But I couldn't do it. Sure, he broke up with his girlfriend, but I'd still be known as a slut or something for hooking up with him. I didn't need any more problems than I already have.

"I-I can't..." I swallowed looking up into his ocean blue eyes.

He didn't say anything, he just held me tighter, which only made me feel worse. Tears began to slip from my eyes as everything in the world came back to me. All the pain and the pressure, everything that I had tried to forget about when I was cutting, came back.

Luke sat me down on the stairs when I started crying. Everything started shaking, and I didn't know why. He sat down next to me, and held my arm out to look at my red cuts.

"How many are there?" He questioned. I only shook my head, for I didn't know. I honestly didn't like to keep count.

Then, he did something completely unexpected. He brought my arms up to his lips and kissed my cuts.

"I still think you're beautiful." Luke said. I've never been called beautiful before. Of course, I didn't believe it. But someone had told me I was beautiful. I smiled slightly.

"Thanks." I muttered. I was still worried. I didn't know what of, though. I knew he'd leave. Everyone leaves, and Luke... Well, his leaving would probably hurt the most. Why? I'm not sure. He was probably just pitying me. Yeah. That's what he was doing, I decided.

"Y/N?" He asked looking into my eyes.

"What?"

"If you ever feel the urge to cut your beautiful skin again, will you promise me one thing? Will you please call me?"

I was a little taken back. I knew he probably didn't mean it, but still. The offer was nice. Just to satisfy him, I nodded my head. Although, I probably wouldn't. He asked for my phone to put his number in, so I gave it to him. He did what he said he'd do, and handed it back to me.

"Now that you have my number, please text or call or something when you feel the urge to cut. Please? I care about you, Y/N. I really do. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you. Since the first day we met, I knew there was something about you, and I wouldn't let you go. I won't let you go, Y/N. Okay? I'm here for you." He gave me a hug and smiled. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?" He asked.

I shrugged, not really planning on doing anything.

"How about we have a movie day? Does that sound good?" I nodded at his proposal and we went spent the rest of the cuddling on the couch watching movies.

About 5 movies later, Luke looked at the time on his phone.

"Hey, it's past 8. Do you want anything to eat? I can order a pizza or something? Or we could go over to my place and find something to eat? Your choice."

"Doesn't matter, really. I'll find something. Shouldn't you be getting going, it's getting late?" I didn't want him to go, but I knew he needed to go.

"When's your mom coming back?" He asked randomly.

"Sunday, why?"

"Can I stay the night?" He asked again.

"Sure." I tried not to smile too much, but I was happy, to say the least.

"Now, about the food situation..." He smirked and wrapped the blanket around us tighter.

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* A/N: this chapter is probably really shitty. I tried to make it less shitty than it was when I originally wrote it, but idk if that worked. I'm sorry this chapter didn't really focus on the Y/N-Ashton thing, next chapter will focus more on that. BUT LUKE AW 💕 Question: Team Ashton or Team Luke?
- Also, sorry for not posting this sooner. Anyway, Happy New Year!
Love you all, and tysfm for reading, voting, and commenting on this :-)
-When this gets to 38 votes, I'll post the next chapter.
-Byeeeeeee for now

(I'm in the process of rewriting this chapter as of 11/29 12:13 am. I've a project for ap history im working on tomorrow, but im going to try and fix this chapter bc i literally lost 240 readers due to how shitty this chapter was. either that or how long of a hiatus i took, either way, im rewriting it soon. x k)