Broken

Is this it? Pt.2

Note: this part contains self harm. Please do not do any form of self-harm because you're not alone. Talk to someone you trust and get help

Then I grabbed a knife and held it to my inner wrist.
Me:If you're getting back with the man that beat me when you left,then you'll never see my face again. Because of him,I had to hide all the bruises and tell you I fell. Or when he broke my arm, I told you I slipped on the stairs. After I said those words I just started cutting. That's all I remembered before I blacked out.

I felt the air run through my nose and out my mouth. I liked the feeling of being gone. My eyes felt so heavy like they were glued shut. I finally had the strength to flutter open my eyes. I saw Dylan laying over in the chair sleeping. I couldn't hold my eyes open for long. I heard the machine by me make a noise. It hurt my ears a lot. I tried staying awake, but I knew if I went back to sleep. My life would be over, is this what I wanted? I tried speaking, but I couldn't. I also. Couldn't move.
Dylan's pov
I suddenly woke up and looked at Olivia. She layed there looking lifeless. Her pale skin was dry and her hair was also really dry. I grabbed her hand, unaware if this is the last time. I kissed her forehead and watched her. She suddenly fluttered her eyes open. "BABE, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" I got no response. "PLEASE LIV, WAKE UP. PLEASE. I KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS!" I said hoping she would wake up. I looked down at her wrist gently rubbing them. I was still holding her hand, as I felt a her grip back. "Baby, cmon keep fighting." I said, knowing she could make it. I started talking about our future together and how we would live in a nice home. We would obviously have posters on her walls, since she's Emo but also a nerd. And how we'd grow old and have kids and watch them grow. She began to cough and she peacefully looked over at me with her soft eyes. Looking more alive.

Olivia's pov
I heard him talking to me. I tried coming back trusting he'd be there for me. I finally woke up and began coming back to reality. He gave me a hug and kissed me. Oh gawsh did I miss his kisses and the way he felt. "How long was I here?" I asked my voice cracking. "7 months" he said. "Did you move on?" I asked scared he found someone new. "Yes" he said as he looked down. My eyes began to leak as a single tear slipped​ off my cheek. "I'm totally kidding" he said in his high pitched girl voice." YOU SCARED ME!"
*in the car*
"Babygirl, don't be mad. We moved out." Dylan said.
"Of course I'm not mad" "I love you baby" I said softly
"I love you too" he said

Are things going to be better?