Chapter Thirteen

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I lay in bed with tears rolling down my face. I keep hearing my phone go off but right now I just don't care. I've made sure I've locked my door so no one can come in.

Seeing Colby cry was the hardest things I've ever seen. I'm ruined. My fans will soon learn about everything. My parents are going to disown me. Colby hates me and probably never wants to see me again.

My roommates would probably think I'm some freak. There not wrong though. Even in high school people just always had something to say.

I'm a fag. I'm a freak. I'm some disappointment that people don't care about. No one truly wants me here and that's fine because all I've caused people was hurt. I've upset people and that's all I'm ever good at.

If people knew I used to cut people would ignore me. But who cares? I'm just a disappointment that No one wants to see.

As I think about all those thoughts I slowly stand up but sink back to the floor not having any motivation or energy to stand. Slowly I reach under my bed and grab a box I haven't touched in months.

I slowly open the box and grab the razor before pulling up my sleeve and seeing all the old cuts I have.

"I hate this world. I hate me. I've hurt Colby, Kat, Elton and so many people. Who would care if I was gone anyways?" I say before I cut my wrist making a trail of blood. I lay down on the floor happy and content with my self.

"Just one less freak in the world." I whisper to myself before I close my eyes slowly.

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