The Show Has Ended

Part Four

I hear him in my bedroom going through my stuff, and suddenly it all stops. No noise, then I hear a little sob. He's crying...David is...crying. I walk in to my room to see all seven of my blades in his hand. He lifts his head to look at me and burst into tears.

'Gabbie...why didn't you tell us?'
'Because you'd hate me!'

I snatch a blade from him and run and hide in my bathroom. He's banging on the door screaming my name. He's kicking, punching and slamming against the door, desperate to get in.

'GABBIE!'

I've never heard David scream until now. I yell, I'm sorry, through the door but he continues to try and break it down. Meanwhile, I'm sitting on the ice cold floor, razor in hand and tears in my eyes. I hover it above my vein and...

David bursts through as I pierce the blade through my skin, he try's to grab it and I pull it down, deep. Fast enough, that blood starts gushing from my arm. David collapses to the ground holding onto me, and he throws the sharp piece of metal out of my reach. He's taken off his shirt and has it wrapped round my arm, my head on him, sobbing my heart out.

'Gabbie...no, Gabbie, why?' He gasps. His eyes are searching my fave for emotion but I'm empty. He continues to hold my bleeding arm and wipes a tear from my face.

'You need to get help, Gab. Don't hurt yourself, come on, calm down.'