Try to forget. Maybe that’d work. I don’t even know what I’m feeling, I just can’t believe what’s just happened to me. My boyfriend cheated on me, what? I don’t know what I’m doing writing in this fucking stupid diary, sitting on the floor in a heap. I can’t even see properly, all these stupid tears! What don’t I have that this girl whoever she was does have huh?
Anger floods in and all I see is red. My legs fling me up off the floor the diary’s ripped to pieces. I scream in pure anger, the diary’s ripped pages fly around the room.
“Fucking stupid arsehole!....ahhh ouch!” pain radiates through my lower stomach, I’ve never felt anything like this. It feels like someone’s twisting my guts. I grab the side of the sofa and pull up fast but the pain stops me; the strength in my legs leaves and I plummet to the floor crying in pain. My breathing is deep but ragged, the pain is overwhelming I can’t even cry all I can focus on is the throbbing pain getting worse by the second, the breath catches in my throat as I attempt to fight against crying.
“GLEN!” I scream, trying desperately to get some help. Obviously the strained cries capture no one’s attention. As I lay curled up on the floor, I think I’ve knocked a drink over but it hurts too much to care.
“Arghaaa!” I shriek, it echoes through the house but falls on deaf ears. He’s passed out upstairs.
It’s getting worse agony is the only word for this. My eyes are watery with the sheer pain and my breathing comes out in sharp, shallow rasps.
Sheer terror ripples through me as my hand touches the drink I’ve spilled. Another strangled scream escapes, my hand’s red. "I’m dying!!" I mutter incoherently in between sobs..
“G-glen...” I cry one last time trying to get his attention. Then a name fills my head the only person I can think of in this moment, it shines through the terror as I see more blood. I fumble around trying to find my phone, blood wipes across the screen as I press call trying to ignore the pain.
The voice is like music to my ears through the pain;
“Hello little duck! Is Glen home yet...” he chirps but he’s silenced as I whimper through the phone;
“D-danny...help me!”
“Evie?! What’s wrong! Where’s Glen!” his voice is laced with worry as I choke on my words
“There’s blood everywhere...” I mumble, I don’t even have the energy to keep my eyes open.
“What?!” he shouts, trying to get me to talk.
“I’m tired Danny...” Mumble before it goes dark.
**
“Holy fuck! Evie? Evie! Open your eyes!” I hear Danny burst through the door and rush over to me, I don’t know how long it’s been but I feel wrong... My eyes force themselves open through the tears to see him. Panic is etched on his face as he’s crouched by my side trying to lift me up but my legs can’t help him.
“Evie, what happened?” he shouts as I’m pulled onto his lap, but he stops and stares down at my legs, I follow his eyes and my bottom half is covered in blood.
“I don’t know..” I cry burying my head into his neck.
“Does anything hurt? Where’s all this blood come from?” he panics, running his hands over my body to check for pain
