Chosen By Vic

Heartbreak On Top of Heartache

I could just cry. Nothing else. I was ready to propose to Alex, then I find out she's cheating on me for Nikola. She was so pretty. Her electric blue hair, her chocolate brown eyes, perfectly tanned skin. She was kind, loving, the kind of person who would stick up for anyone. Great surfer, she could skate like a pro, BMX. She may have been from Texas but it was like she was born for Southern California. Alex was perfect inside and out. Worst, she was cheating on me for one of my best friends. Jack was always my therapist, my anchor to the world, and of course he's visiting his family in Spain. I still had Oliver but wasn't much for emotional support.

I did my best to hold back the urges. Not just because I had stopped with no intention of starting again, but Vic had helped me deal with it the most. It seemed even more wrong to drag a blade across my wrists. At this point I had given up. I went into the bathroom with a blade. I looked down at my wrists. The cuts had mostly healed, just the scars were left. I've been clean since I was 17, seven years. One more returning addiction, first smoking and now cutting. I pressed the blade to some unscarred skin. The feeling of relief. I continued making lines across both my wrists with the knife. I just kept going, reopening old cuts and starting new ones.

I heard the door open.

"Brendon, you here?" I heard Nikola. "Look, Bren, I broke it off with Alex. I'm sorry man, can we go back to-"

Nikola walked in on me, crying and cutting with my wrists covered in blood. I felt dizzy and I started to collapse.

"Bren, don't you fucking die on me, mate," he said.

He wrapped my arms up and got me to his car.

"I'm sorry, Brendon, this is all my fault," Nikola said.

"For one, I'm fucking pissed at you for sleeping with my girlfriend. But you're still my best friend," I said weakly.

"I'm sorry, I get I fucked up big time, man. I broke it off with her, I realized she was really the one for either of us. Just, can we go back to being friends. Or even something else. I'm still the same guy you fell for in high school," he said.

Nikola knew I was bisexual, mostly went for the girls but non the less, a bisexual. I had fallen for him back in high school when we had first met and lucky me he was bisexual and we almost had something.

"You are absolutely terrible at asking people out, but maybe?" I said, unsure.