Pinky promise me||Corbyn Besson

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The pizza came and we sat in a circle. We had ordered 6 boxes of pizza. The circle went jack, me, Zach, Alissa, Jonah and Corbyn with Daniel.

We started eating. "Let's play something like 21 questions just ask whoever we want and however many questions we want." Zach said and we all agreed.

"Corbyn, What would you do if Evie broke up with you?" He asked and we all turned to Corbyn. "Die. To be honest I don't know. It wouldn't be pretty." He said and I smiled at him.

"Good thing I ain't breaking up with you." I grinned. "Zach." Corbyn started. "How likely out of 10 is it that you would date Alissa?" He asked.

"Like..2" alissa raised her eyebrows. "Not because you're ugly or rude or anything. But because you're my best friends best friend. You're my enemy. Because I'm in first place best friend to Evie." I rolled my eyes laughing.

"Confusing But okay then. Wait I'm getting a call." I said picking up my phone and walking up to my room. I answered and it was Ma.

M : sniffling* Ev.. Evie I.. It's y-our granny...
E : no...
M : Evie.. sh.. her heart.
E : no...
M : I'm sorry we already flew out. I.. She's.. g- gon.. gone.
E : no...
M : I'll call you back..

End of conversation.

I dropped to my knees with my hand across my mouth. I was trying not to let out a loud sob. Let me break it down for you.

My grandma had been getting weird heart problems and the doctors were really concerned so they put her in hospital. That's all I needed to know.

Now she was gone. I couldn't live without her. I could feel hot tears spilling out of my eyes like waterfalls.

I scrambled to my desk drawer and opened it. I rummaged through my socks, sobbing as quietly as I could to not draw attention to myself from the people downstairs.

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I picked up a blade with shaking hands and I looked at it. My vision was blurred from my tears. I felt around the blade with my fingers, which were shaking like crazy.

I slowly lifted my shirt up just above my belly button and breathed in a shaky breath. I lowered the blade and pressed it against my skin. I squinted and pushed the blade slightly.

It stung. I slowly moved the blade to the side and pulled it away. I looked down at the blood and held my hand over it.

I stroked the butterflies wing. It was covered in blood. I put the blade near my skin again and was about to do something when someone grabbed the blade from my hand.

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My vision was blurry because of the tears but the blonde hair gave it away. Corbyn was shaking now as well. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me.

He grabbed a sock or something from the drawer and put it against my cut. I was now sobbing. The door was closed though. Corbyn pulled me into a hug.

"Why?" He managed, his voice cracking. I held onto his shirt and he held the sock against my waist.

I didn't answer. He kissed my head over and over. I held one hand over my mouth and breathed unevenly and heavily.

Corbyn sat me on the bed, and on his lap so I was straddling him. I buried my face into his neck and just sobbed.

I couldn't get over it. I removed my hand from my mouth and realised that it was still stained with my blood.