Beautifully Painful Secrets (BajanCanadian FF) [Completed]

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

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~Brooklynn's POV~

I woke up on the couch in the Team Crafted house.

I had a warm blanket draped over me and a towel was wrapped around my hair.

The first thing that I did was reach for my phone, which was sitting on the coffee table.

When I turned it on, I saw that I had three texts from Mitch.

My phone read;

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Mitch:

2:12

I have a Gunnar's photo shoot, cya later

2:35

U awake yet

3:08

Guess not. Be home by six. Check my room on the bed, text me when u get it. I love u.

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I sighed. I wanted Mitch.

Curiously, I walked up to stairs to Mitch's room.

On his unmade bed sat a small plastic tote with a black case inside it. On top of that was a heart-shaped box with chocolates in it.

I chuckled. It wasn't even valentines day.

Not knowing what to expect, I opened the plastic tote and opened the black case.

I instantly knew what it was. The scrapbook I had made two years ago of us.

I flipped throng it. There were pictures of him and I at MineCon, pictures of tweets, comments, and just pictures of us.

There was a few love notes we had written to each other when he was on vacation or vice versa.

Tears started to form in my eyes. He had kept this all these years?

-FLASHBACK-

I tore through my drawers, anger burning through my eyes.

"You can take this, this, and this," I yelled, throwing a picture of us, a MineCon T-Shirt, and a Video Camera at Mitch.

"Never likes this," I screamed, throwing a movie disc at him.

When I glanced back, I saw that he had stuffed all my shit into a garbage bag that he had got from my kitchen.

"And you can have this. It doesn't mean shit to me," I screamed, tossing the scrapbook that I had spent weeks on at him.

"Brooke, don't give this to me, I don't want it," he threw it back on the ground.

I kicked it back at his feet. "Just take it," I growled.

"Fine, princess," he mocked me.

That really got me. I threw a picture frame at him and hit him square in the chest.

"Get out of my apartment," I shrieked.

"Gladly!" He yelled back, stuffing the scrapbook into his garbage bag.

"Faster!" I sobbed, now crying. I shoved him out the door and slammed it shut.

-REALITY-

I don't deserve a guy like him.

Tears poured harder out of my eyes. My choked sobs made me fall to the ground.

Then, I took out my iPad and started playing the Eminem iTunes Radio station.

"'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God. All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod. Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard," I sung along.

Eminem always makes me feel better.

Suddenly, I had an idea. I grabbed Mitch's Bluetooth stereo and connected my iPad. I brought it into the bathroom.

I turned on the shower as cold as the water could go, then I stripped my clothes off.

I got into the shower and grabbed Mitch's razor.

Slowly, I scraped it down both my arms. It left a huge gash.

Man, I really jacked myself up.

Blood gushed out like a waterfall. It fell along with the cold water and coated the shower floor.

Somehow I managed to not scream in pain, but smile. It felt good to put myself into pain.

I kept dragging the razor down my arm until I felt like all my skin was gone.

I heard the radio song change to Monster.

"Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink. I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep..."

Then I blacked out.

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Shit just got real, yo

IM SORRY IVE JUST BEEN OBSESSING OVER EMINEM LATELY :P