Valentine

Chapter 3: I hate Valentines

I woke up before I saw myself still on the carpet floor next to Malcom. The orange sun peers down before I look at my phone and see missed calls. All of them from my family. I quickly run downstairs before opening the door. I run and run until I reach my house. Running only a ten blocks, I became exhausted until I caught my breathe. I got a text message before I scroll down and see its from Malcom. I exhale before walking to the front door and twisting the knob. No car was parked in the driveway. I jiggle the knob before I look up the welcome mate and grab the spare key. I quickly open the door and walk upstairs cheerfully and set my book bag down before sitting in my desk chair. I look at my laptop before unlocking my phone and seeing Malcom text. Something snapped in me to look at the bottle of pills and throw it across the room. I open the bottle and let all the pills out of the toilet. Tears rolled off my face as I remember two times his soft lips touched mine. I walk calmly into my room before slamming the door closed. I scream at the top of my lungs before I pace back and forth and say to myself

"No. No. It's not true. He said he'd love me forever and ever."

I put the phone on my desk before crying. I walk to my closet before sitting down and closing it. Letting the silentness come. I plug in my earbuds and listen to Black Veil Bride- Lost it all. I punch the wall I leaned on before throwing another fit.

"I'm done. With people. I'm done with people hurting me all the damn time." I said before coming out of the closet and grabbing the knife.

Looking at the kitchen knife, I saw the hallucinations before I saw my hand cutting my arm like it had a mind of its own. I cutted in different areas before I place my hand on the desk and stab my other hand once with full force. I pull it out before I wince in pain as the blade went through my hand. Blood slowly dripped onto the desk before it was smeared. I cried before I walk to the door and open it. I grab the first aid kit from the bathroom and look for needles. I see know only suture wire. I grab my sewing needle before connecting it to the wire and sewing up my hand. I look at the text before reading it

"I don't like you like that. And I don't want to be your valentine."

I throw my phone to a wall and sit on my bed. Covering my face in my hands, I wrap my now stitched hand in gauzes before adding tape. Yanking out my earbuds, I punch a wall before looking at the Colt 1911 handgun. I see myself hallucinating before I see myself standing there and pointing at the gun. He smiles sinisterling before saying

"You're pathetic. You would be better off dead. Everybody would." He says

I nod my head no before he walks closer to me and says

"Don't you want the pain to end?"

I nod yes with my eyes closed before I find myself with the gun to my head before I cock it back. I unload the clips before looking at it and seeing it is fully loaded. I take out 10 bullets before I leave one in there. Loading the gun, I put the gun in my mouth before pulling the trigger...