gone.

70

1 Week Later

"Ugh!"

I screamed as I struggled with the lock on the medicine cabinet. Of course Fergal locked everything up after I tried to kill myself.

I finally got the lock off and stared at all the medicines.

"No Pam. You can't do this. You aren't allowed to be sad because you have fucking kids to worry about. You aren't allowed to go off and drink and do whatever."

I told myself. Then my anger just boiled at I punched the mirror. But there was no pain in my hand. Cause it was all in my heart.

Fergal was back on the road. Sasha and Sami told me that he was at Raw. But who cares? He didn't.

I walked out of the bathroom and stared at my hand. Then I heard a door open.

"Mom! What happened?"

Noah asked as he saw my hand.

"A mishap. It's nothing."

I said as I looked up at him. Then he turned my wrist over.

"What is all this?"

He asked as he looked at my cuts.

"It's nothing!"

I said as I held back tears.

"Did Dad make you do this?"

Noah asked. I sighed as I held my head back, hoping the tears didn't fall down my cheeks.

"Not all of them. It's seriously nothing, Noah."

I said to him.

"I'm calling Aria. She needs to come down here."

Noah said as he grabbed his phone.

"No, don't. It's finals time. Don't disturb her."

I said as I bit my lip.

"She's coming down here. I don't care if you like it or not. And I need to get that glass out of your hand."

Noah said as he looked down at my hand. There was still no pain. Just pain in my heart. But the person who caused the pain doesn't care. So I'm done caring...