Imagines and pictures of the curly cheeky wouldn't stop flooding through my mind: I drove back to the hotel where Hannah was.
Before I grasped the handle to open the door my phone buzzed. It was Hannah "going to the store" relief flooded through my as I ran into the bathroom. I digger through everything until I found it, my escape of reality. My dad always found them and sliced me with them but I brought a few and I'm using them. I carved the words "curly" and "nervous" and lastly "xfactor". I look down at my sliced up body satisfied of what I did. I cleaned up the blood, I was amazing at cleaning it up leaving no signs if the 15 minutes in paradise I created. I rolled my sleeves down and went to the balcony, as I closed my eyes thoughts went through me of that curly boy that I met that wrecked my mind and everything I used to have in it. 1...2...3 and then I felt motion and satisfaction, freedom .
