Fix you (Marcel/Harry styles)

Chapter 36

MARCEL'S P.O.V

Gemma rushed towards me and grasping the blade from my hand. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks when she threw the blade in the trash can that was at the corner of the restroom.

"You promised, Marcel" she sobbed as she gently took my wrist in her small hand "you promised mom and I that you'd never do this again"

"I'm sorry, don't tell mom" I whispered looking at my wrist, it had a couple of fresh cuts. The cuts weren't too deep but were deep enough to let some blood escape from them, my vision became blurry.

My stupid tears again.

Gemma grabbed a damp towel and brushed it over my cuts, some tear drops fell from her cheeks to the towel.

"It hurts, Marcel" she sobs

"I'm sorry, Gem" I say, I had no idea of what to tell her or how to apologize to her. She's hurting because of me, it's all my fault, everything is my fault.

"No, Marcel" she shakes her head placing the towel on the counter "it hurts to know that my little brother harms himself because of some stupid girl who doesn't see how special he is"

"It's not just her, Gemma" I answer "it's me, I hurt myself because I hate myself"

Gemma opened her mouth to speak again but I began to talk once again.

"I hate my looks, my personality, everything and I hate myself even more when I'm stupid enough to let people in" I say, her tears kept rolling down her cheeks "I let people in even though I know sooner or later they will destroy me"

"I know someday a girl will look at you and see how special you are" she says wrapping her arms around me "she will mean the world to you and you will mean the world to her, she will love you will all her heart"

"I'm not good enough for anyone" I shake my head

"You're more than good enough"

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(5 hours later)

Gemma and I spent all day together, watching movies or just talking. I looked at my watch, it's 6:00 pm, Gemma was laying on the couch, her legs were on my lap and her head on the couch. I looked at her face and noticed she was in deep sleep.

I need some fresh air.

I gently and carefully removed Gemma's legs from my lap and got off the couch. I was wearing some sweat pants and a jumper, my wrists were covered by the jumper's sleeves. I left a little note on the coffee table for Gemma, saying I was out for some fresh air. I got out of my house making sure the door was locked so nobody can enter without a key.

I walked down the street feeling the fresh air hitting my face, I was still wearing my glasses and my hair was pushed back, just like always. I kept walking and walking with no specific destination, I reached a bridge where cars could go through. I looked down at the bottom of the bridge and saw cars driving under, the bridge was lonely and peaceful. I swallowed hard when I noticed the height from the bridge to the bottom, if someone falls, they would definitely die.

I stopped walking when I noticed a person sitting at the edge of the bridge, I couldn't tell of it was a man and or a woman since the person was wearing a hoodie. I suddenly grew worried for the person whenI realized what he or she was trying to to do.

The person is planning to jump.

I jogged towards the unknown person and hopefully try to get him or her out of those suicidal thoughts. The person's back was facing me but by the size and shape of the body, it is definitely a girl. She hasn't noticed my presence since she hasn't spoken or even turned to look at me, she had a cigarette in her hand.

I felt my heart's pounding starting to raise when I noticed the familiar tattoo on the girl's knuckle, she had the letter 'A'.

"S-Sam" my voice was shaky

Sam turned to look at me, he eyes were watery and her cheeks were flushed. She placed the cigarette on her lips, inhaling the smoke.

"W-What are you doing?" I ask

She took the cigarette between her fingers, letting the smoke come out of her mouth and dissolve in the air.

"What I should've done a long time ago"

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