Trigger warning: Self-harm & suicide
An alarming amount of blood seeped from the fresh deep cuts on the faux ginger's wrists. With tears rolling down her tear-stained cheeks, Jesy Nelson put the razor blade back in its hiding place in her blue Always tampon package.
Seeing that the bathtub was full, she turned off the faucet. A sinister smile spread across her face as she got in the water without taking her clothes off.
Finally, I'm finally putting an end to this endless suffering. I'm finally going to set myself free, she thought.
Laying down, head under the surface, she closed her eyes. She kept her mouth open, figured she'd drown faster that way since the water would fill her lungs in a matter of seconds and kill her.
It didn't take long until she felt her lungs begin to burn. It felt as if someone had set them on fire. Bubbles escaped her open mouth as she screamed out in pain. Jesy had no idea drowning would hurt so bad.
Luckily, she didn't have to suffer so long. Within a minute, the last bubbles of oxygen had escaped her mouth and rose up to the surface, where they seconds later bursted and disappeared into nothingness.
Her lungs stopped burning. The pain she experienced not so long ago had ceased. Her once beating heart, didn't beat anymore, it didn't pump out blood through her body. Jessica Nelson was no longer a living person.
She was dead.
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On the other side of River Thames, twenty-four-year-old Jade Thirlwall enjoyed a much needed coffee break with her fellow police officers. She had no idea what had happened back in the flat she shared with her best friend. The brunette didn't even give her a thought as she laughed at a Knock-Knock joke Leigh-Anne Pinnock just cracked.
"It was so lame that it was funny" Jade said as she dried a few tears from her eyes.
"Come on, it was a good joke. Better than Bryan's" Leigh-Anne chuckled.
"Agree to disagree" I smiled.
Leigh-Anne opened her mouth to give her colleague an answer, but shut it when she saw the brunette's attention was elsewhere. With an uneasy look on Jade's pretty face, she read the text her friend Perrie Edwards sent just a minute ago.
Perrie-Winkle ❤ (2:43 PM): Can't get ahold of Jess. Been trying for an hour, she's not answering her phone. I'm worried, Jade.
Me (2:44 PM): Leaving work right at this minute. I'll let you know when I find her. Try not to worry too much, okay?
The brunette might've looked calm and collected on the outside, but deep down she was freaking out. She knew about Jesy's PTSD, knew that the disorder troubled the older woman greatly.
This past month, Jesy's PTSD had gotten worse. She woke up almost every night, soaked in sweat as she couldn't get any air. She barely went outside anymore either, because she was afraid the same thing that scarred her would happen again.
Once or twice a day, Jade had heard Jesy say how much she wanted to put an end to her suffering. Now, as the faux ginger hadn't answered her phone for an hour, the brunette feared that her friend actually had ended her life.
Excusing herself, the brunette left the police station. She got in her police car, started the engine, and drove away. To get to Jesy faster, she turned on the sirens. Civilians immediately got out of the way.
Jade arrived outside the modern building where she and Jesy shared a flat approximately ten minutes later. Getting out of the emergency vehicle, she sprinted inside the building. She ran up the stairs, didn't stop to catch her breath.
Arriving on the fifth floor, the brunette threw the front door open and ran inside, her heart pounding like crazy in her chest.
"Jesy!" Jade called.
The worry the brunette already felt increased when the faux ginger didn't respond. Jade knew her friend was home. She didn't go outside alone, she never did, not after what happened to her.
Deciding to call her phone in order to try to find Jesy, the brunette dialed the number she knew by heart and pressed green.
"I'm begging, please, don't play..."
The oh-so familiar ringtone came from the bathroom. Jesy still didn't pick up her phone. Jade's pulse was sky-high at this point. Why didn't Jesy answer? Was it possible that the worst imaginable had happened? Could the faux ginger be capable of doing such a thing?
When Jade stood in front of the bathroom door, she hung up the phone. Putting her hand on the ice cold door-handle, she took a deep breath. This is it. Not wanting to drag out on time anymore, she pressed down the door-handle and opened the door.
A bloodcurdling scream slipped from her lips when she saw her friend floating in the bathtub, with her face under the surface. Blood seeped from the faux ginger's wrists. The liquid turned the colourless water red.
"No!" Jade cried.
She sprinted to the bathtub. Determined to bring her friend back to life, she wrapped her arms around Jesy's lifeless body, pulled her out of the bathtub, and laid her down on the cold bathroom floor.
Jade immediately initiated CPR. She pressed Jesy's chest down thirty times and blew air into her mouth twice, before picking up on the second round of chest compressions. Tears streamed down the brunette's face as she did everything in her power to save her friend. Unfortunately, the older of the two didn't respond to the lifesaving procedure. Maybe because she had been dead for too long.
But Jade refused to give up, refused to live a life where Jesy didn't exist. So she kept going although she was exhausted.
"Come on! Breathe!"
For the eighth time in less than ten minutes, the brunette placed her mouth on Jesy's and blew air into it. Removing her mouth, she returned to frantically giving chest compressions. She pressed down the older woman's chest, prayed for a miracle as she did so.
But she knew it was no use in keep going. Jesy's life couldn't be saved. Jade came too late. Nothing she did would bring her friend back to life. She was dead. She had ceased to exist. All she was now, was a dead body.
She reluctantly stopped performing CPR. Running her hands through her hair, a pained scream slipped from her lips. Crying like she'd never cried before, the petite brunette put her head on Jesy's chest as she clutched onto the faux ginger's body for dear life.
The police officer held onto her deceased best friend for over an hour. She cried until there were no more tears to shed.
"I can't go through life alone" Jade mumbled tiredly.
Jade let go of Jesy's body and sat up. Confident in the decision she just made, she pulled her gun out of its gun-holder. Grabbing Jesy's ice cold hand, the brunette put the gun to her temple. Counting to three, she pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
The bullet pierced through Jade's temple. It went through her other side, left a visible hole in her head. Jade dropped the gun as she landed on the floor with a thud. Dead.
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Edited and hopefully a lot better than the first version. Send me a request if you have one, either comment or inbox me, I won't bite you. Promise! :)
xxMxx
