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Blithe.

Blithe.

Calum: The constant beeps coming from beside me, slowly bring me back into conscience. I feel someone's fingers laced though mine and I struggle to open my eyes. "Y/N?" I begin to softly hear my name being called. "Open your eyes." They tell me and I do, taking a few seconds to adjust to the blinding light shining down on me. "Calum?" I ask as I see him beside me. "Yeah, I'm here. How are you feeling?" He asks as he scoots closer to me. "What happened? Where am I?" I ask, ignoring his question. "You're in the hospital." He tells me. "You passed out because you hadn't ate in a while." He tells me in what I sense to be disappointment. I tear my eyes away from his and force myself not to look at his broken expression. 'I let him down' I think to myself. "How long have you been doing this?" He asks as he soothing rubs his thumb across the top of my hand. "A few months." I admit sadly. "I never meant for it to get this far." I tell him. "I tried to stop, but I couldn't." I explain and I feel a heavy weight in my chest and tears pooling in my eyes. "Hey, don't cry." He soothes me, leaning over and wiping a tear away which fell down my cheek. "I know you can't help it." He assures me. "Then why are you upset with me?" I can't help but ask. He looks directly at me once hearing the words I spoke. "You think I'm upset with you?" He asks in bewilderment. I nod sadly, wiping under my eyes as a few more tears spill. "I'm not upset with you Y/N." Calum says to me. "Then who are you upset with?" I ask becoming confused. "Myself." He answers. "I'm angry because I didn't realise you were struggling and that I could have helped you all this time." He tells me. "This is not your fault, Calum. Stop being so hard on yourself." I whisper to him. "Right back at you. I'm going to help you get through this. I mean it, Y/N." He promises me. "I know. I love you Calum." I tell him. "I love you too."

Ashton: I lean against the seat of the toilet, throwing up the little of what I ate. My throat burns from the pain where I constantly force myself to be sick and my stomach rumbles in both hunger and ache. My shaky legs are barely able to stand me up though I manage to balance myself. I flush the toilet before walking over to the sink, quickly grabbing my toothbrush to rid of the horrid taste on my tongue. Quietly, I leave the bathroom and slowly walk upstairs to get some rest. "Y/N?" Ashton asks as I walk into our bedroom. "What's wrong?" He instantly asks once seeing the pale complex upon my face. "I just feel a bit light headed." I tell him, not completely lying. "I was just going to lie down for a bit." I tell him as I go and lay down on the mattress beside him. He rolls over and slings his arm over me, pulling me close to him as he begins to play with my hair. "Y/N?" Ashton speaks, a sense of worry in his voice. "Yeah?" I ask, my voice hoarse and raspy. "Why don't you eat?" He ask and I immediately tense up. "Talk to me, sweetie." He coos. "You're so beautiful and you're trying to loose weight and it's scaring me to think of what you're doing to yourself." He tells me. "Ashton..." I trail off, unsure of what to say. He sighs before speaking again. "I know. I know what you're doing but I didn't want to tell you." He begins. "I was scared that you would be angry at me or upset because honestly I don't know what I can do." He continues and I roll over so I am facing him. "I don't know what to do, either." I whisper to him as my voice cracks. "Well I promise to help you through this." He says to me. "This will pass." He assures me. "You really think that?" I question as I look up at him. "I know that. You don't have to go through this alone."

Luke: I franically opened the front door of our house, throwing my keys down and instantly running around trying to find her. "Y/N?" I call, fear rising with me. 'I hope I'm not too late. I hope I'm not too late.' I repeat my thoughts as I hurry upstairs. I rush into our bedroom and panic more as she is not in there. Just as I am about to leave, I notice the light shining from the bottom of the bathroom door. "Y/N?" I call out as I quickly open the door. My eyes are met with a heartbreaking scene before me. Without hesitation, I rush over to Y/N who is shaking on the floor. A pill bottle knocked over beside her and a razor chucked across the floor. "Shh, shh, shh." I whisper to her as my voice begins to break. "I'm here. You'll be ok." I say to her as I take her fragile frame in my arms. "Its too late." She whimpers, her voice soft and delicate. "The pills." She adds so quiet that its barely audible. I pick up the bottle of pills and shake the container to find that it is empty. I look back to Y/N who is now a very pale color. "How many?" I ask, dreading the answer as I push a strand of hair away from her face. She doesn't answer me, instead she peels her eyes away from mine and looks away. I take her weak hands in mine and carefully pull her to her feet, helping her across the bathroom. "You need to purge, baby." I whisper to her, hating that I have to ask such things of her. "I'm so sorry, Luke." She whimpers as she looks to me. I whisper sweet nothings into her ear as she begins to throw up, me soothingly rubbing her back and pulling her hair back out of her face. "You're gonna be ok, Y/N. We're gonna be ok." I promise her as she manages to throw the pills up. "Everything's going to be ok."

Michael: The blood pours from my wrists and I shake as the pain grows within me. Was this really the right choice? Would things have got better? I begin to question myself as I slowly feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness. My body is already weak and doubts cover my decisions. No matter how much I start to regret my choice, I know I am just too late. My vision becomes blurry and I struggle to keep my eyes open. I notice the door open and who I believe to be Michael rushing in. I see the horror on his features as he bends down before me. I feel pressure on my wrist and I look to see Michael desperately holding a towel against my bleeding wrist. "Y/N, can you hear me?" Michael asks, searching my eyes for an answer. The room begins to spin and I struggle to make sense of things, not even sure if I mumbled any words to him. "The ambulance is on its way. You're going to be ok." He whispers as he pulls my head onto his lap. "Please don't go. Please don't leave me." He cries and I let my eyes shut, heart barely beating though he never let's go of me.