Dying to Move - h.g

Chapter 5

Hayes P.O.V

"Why" that's all I managed to get out. She cut her self. Her wrist are covered in scars and cuts.

"It's takes the inside pain away" she said embarrassed, she looked down and started to walk out of

my room.

"Why are leaving" I asked

"I didn't think you'd want to talk to a suicidal, depressed, cutter that's slowly dying." She walked

out of the door. I chased her and grabbed her wrist. Her eyes were wide and full of fear. Do I scare

her? I got on one knee and slowly kissed everyone single cut on her wrist.

"Hayes" she quietly said. She was crying and part of me broke to see her cry. I hugged her and she

immediately hugged back. She started sobbing into my shoulder, I picked her up and carried her

bridal style into my room. I set her on my bed and laid next to her. Her breathing got heavier and

she fell asleep. I really like Dakota. I need to protect her. I think I love her. But I have to end it with

Carry then. I grabbed my phone and texted her.

To; Carry ❤️

Hey.

From; Carry❤️

Hey babe. What's up ;)

To; Carry❤️

I think we should break up.

From; Carry❤️

WTF HAYES WHY I THOUGHT U LOVED ME

To; Carry❤️

I'm sorry, I just, I'm sorry.

From; Carry❤️

I hate you Hayes Grier! I HATE U!

I didn't want to answer so I locked my phone and closed my eyes, until sleep took me over.