[C] In Your Arms

breaths

"Ainsley! Ainsley!"

I was about to stab myself with a cutter when I heard Anderson's voice. The blood on my arms kept on falling down like raindrops.

He barged in and saw the carpet full of blood as well as the cutter.

"What have you done Ainsley?!" he shouted. "Why would you do this?!"

"I'm sorry, Anderson. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He hugged me as I began to wail out. I had never thought Brooke would die this early. She was so young and fun, and then this happens.

"I...I..."

I passed out.

The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital, with bandages on my arms and an IV. Anderson was there.

"Now, Ainsley. Don't ever do that again, okay? God, you scared me there."

"H-huh? What do you mean?"

"Did you know what you have just done?"

I looked at the bandages on my arms. I did not know what he was talking about.

"You were attempting to kill yourself! There was blood on the carpet! There was the cutter with your blood on it! And that!" he once again shouted at me. "You almost died!"

Then I had remembered. I was so paralyzed by what happened to Brooke that I just cut myself and attempted suicide as well.

"I love you, Ainsley. Don't ever do that," he said as he kissed me on the forehead.