Beautifully Painful Secrets (BajanCanadian FF) [Completed]

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

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~Brooklynn's POV~

His words cut through me like a knife.

"You think Mitch left me?" I questioned him.

"Well I didn't mean it like tha--"

"Ha! You think Mitch left me! You think I was the slut!"

"Brooklynn I never said that,"

"But didn't you?"

"No, actually I didn't--"

"Go away Jerome. I've tried my best to be patient with you. You've left me no choice. I hope I never see you again, get out of my life, get out of here, go fuck yourself,"

I must say it felt good to speak my mind for once. To let it all out.

Unfortunately the only way I could do that was by taking it out on someone else.

I stormed my way back into my apartment and looked out the bathroom window.

I went through this same routine almost every day.

It's been getting stronger, and lately it's gotten to the point where I'll have half my body hanging out of the window, getting ready to end it.

I really didn't want to admit it. I wanted Mitch.

It hurt just thinking about it, but I did. I wanted him.

Besides, it wouldn't be all that hard to get him back, right? I mean, he was just here begging for me back a few days ago.

But then what I said to him... What he said back... I wasn't sure.

2 hours had passed since Adam had first called me, and I wondered if it was too late to go over there.

I decided not, so I stuffed one of my knives in my purse and  new pair of clothes--just in case.

I grabbed my hoodie again. Maybe I could finally make it out of my apartment for the first time in 2 days without being so rudely interrupted.

I opened my door and saw Jason sitting across the hall.

"I don't even fucking care anymore, I'm going to see Mitch,"

I raced down the stairs. Jason closely followed.

"Brooklyn, there's something you should know," He was out of breath from chasing me all the way down the stairs.

"No, I don't have time! I want to see Mitch!"

"We all do, Brooklyn! But we can't!" he yelled.

"What?" I paused. My voice suddenly became hoarse and quiet.

"What do you mean we can't see him?"

"Brooklynn... Promise me you won't run off again, okay? Please don't hurt yourself in any way,"

I had to be honest with him. "I can't make any promises," One minute I was feeling fine and the next I was cutting again.

"Then I can't tell you,"

"Okay... Fine, deal. What happened to Mitch?"

"He's in the hospital. He might be dead. We don't know,"