Band aids don't fix bullet holes (Rachel

8- when it becomes too much what you gotta do?

Rachel pov

~2 months later~

I don't know how much of Matt's beatings I can take. I feel as if I'm falling into the dark hole of depression. I've started doing something that no one can know about. I self harm, I've been self harming for two months along with starving myself. The last time I ate was before I 'fell of my bike'. There was a knock on the door interrupting my thoughts as I opened the door I was greeted by a very scared looking Gabbie. she saw me and hugged me really tight.

"Are you ok? what happened? you look so skinny?" Gabbie asked really quickly. so fast, I'm pretty sure she just beat Eminem.

"woah ok to answer your questions; I'm fine, nothing has happened I'm just clumsy and I'll take skinny as a compliment."

"no it's not Rachel you're skinny as shit! And don't even lie I know what happened."

I couldn't hold it in anymore so I let the tears stream down my face. As Gabbie held on to me and told me it would be ok. But how could I believe her? How could I believe anyone anymore? So I guess it's decided tomorrow will be my last day alive.

A/N I'm sorry its short seeing as the next chapter is the final. It'll be the longest one yet. until then, bye.