suicidal love

Chapter Three

"Bailee? Oh my God!!" Bailee chuckled "Alyssa Alyssa Alyssa." "What are you doing here?" "Me? Oh, you know. Liam and I have been dating for the last 5 years. But the real question is to why you're here." "Ohhhhh, uhmmmm....." I look around and pull at my sleeves and pant legs more. "Uhm what?" "Can I tell you when I'm ready?" "Uh I guess?" "Thanks." I walk back in the other room and to the door. He follows me fast. "Whoa whoa whoa. Where do ya think you're going?" I open the door. "I think I'm going home." He closes the door and replies, "Oh no you're not. Not after where I brought you here from." "Niall..." I complain and look around "...look, I'm going home. Actually going home. Please, just let me leave." "Fine. But if I let you leave you have to promise me that you'll call me when you get home. Or at least text me." "Uhm, one small detail that you forgot." "Yeah? And what's that?" "You don't have my number." "Well give it to me then Alyssa. I gotta make sure you don't try anything." "Oh my God, Niall. Fine, give me your phone." I put my hand out waiting until I felt a phone in it. Not even a minute later, his cellphone was in the palm of my hands. I open up a new contact entry, and I put in 'Charity Case' and then my number. I lock his phone before he can see the name. He'll hate me for that. *So what? That's all you are to him. A fucking charity case. And a pathetic piece of life. Loser.* I close my eyes and open then door and leave. No goodbyes or anything.

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As I walk home, I have tears rushing down my cheeks. *Crying? You fucking baby. I don't know why you waited so long to jump. You should have done it as soon as you heard his voice. You're pathetic.* I get home and run straight to my room and lock the door. I pull my only best friend I have, out. Ahh the way it shines. The beautiful color of silver. With faint red stripes. "Don't worry..Hope you didn't miss me too much." I go into my bathroom and decide to take a shower. As soon as the hot water hits my skin, red mixes with the water as it goes down the drain. I flinch at the first couple fresh cuts, making sure I don't go too deep, but enough to take away the pain. I finish my shower and dry off. Picking out sweatpants and a sweatshirt, so no one would see my masterpiece I had just created. I check my phone..shit, 5 missed calls and 15 messages from him. Oh yay. 'You home yet?' 'Alyssa?' 'Hello?!' 'Oh my God!!!' 'Answer me!!' More along those lines. I decide not to even listen to the missed calls. So, I decide to mess with him and call him back. "Alyssa? Hello? Oh my God please tell me you're fine and at home." "Oh. Uhm, about that. I went somewhere else. I'm not on your watch anymore, so I think it's my time." "WHAT?! NO!!! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" Then silence. I could hear in the background people panicking asking him what was wrong. "Uhhh hello??" Bailee answered it. "Uhm who is this?" "Bailee! Oh my God, tell him I'm fine. I'm home and safe. Please?" "Yeah of course." "Thank you. Goodbye." "You're welcome. Goodbye." I hung up, put in headphones and turn up the volume as loud as I could, and turned off the lights. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling just thinking about today's events until I fell asleep.