My Last Breath // E.D + G.D

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⚠WARNING: IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO CUTTING, RAPE, SUICIDE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠

Abigail POV

I cleaned myself up and fixed my makeup again. I put on my clothes and went back to the movie.

As I was walking, I felt someone's eyes burning holes through me.

I turned and looked around, but saw that no one was around me.

I turned around and walked faster. Right as I was entering the show room, someone grabbed me and turned me around.

I started kicking and punching not knowing who it was.

"Shh princess we're gonna have some fun." He said with a smirk.

He started lift my shirt but I grabbed his hand and took it away from me.

"GET AWAY!" I screamed.

I know that your probably thinking, this could be Grayson considering you just had a 'scene' with Ethan. But no. This person had no muscles like Ethan and Gray. His voice was way different from theirs and every time I'm around them I get a good feeling.

This was not that feeling.

"Dont scream, I didn't even get to the good part yet." He said putting his hand down to my butt and grabbed it.

"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" I screamed.

But he continued.

Great I'm gonna raped in a theater, how lovely.

But then I realized that his legs were open, giving me the sign to kick him in the balls.

I kicked him and he backed away and fell on the ground.

I quickly made a run for it.

"GET BACK OVER HERE AND FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED YOU LITTLE BITCH!" I heard him scream as I ran into the show room.

Before I came into sight of the twins, I used my sleeves and wiped away my tears. I took deep breaths and finally walked up to them.

"Took you long enough." Ethan said with a smirk.

"Yeah I saw some old friends and thought I'd say hi." I say with a fake smile.

"Ok." Grayson says with a 'bitch-dont-lie' face.

I sat down with them and finished the movie. I honestly didn't even pay attention, all that was on my mind was what had happened earlier.

What would happen if I didn't kick him in his balls?

What if Grayson and Ethan saw?

What if he knocked me out and kidnapped me?

What if..

All these thoughts were rushing through my mind. What if's were becoming my fear.

I was so deep into thought I didn't notice that Grayson was trying to get my attention for the second time today.

"Abi come on, we gotta go." He said.

I got up and left right by Gray and Ethan's side.

The whole car ride was silent. No radio. No cough, sneeze, hum, clearing of throat, nothing.

We got to my house and I ran up to my door. I ran upstairs and locked my bedroom door. I went to the bathroom to remove my makeup, but then all the thoughts came rushing back.

What if?

What if?

What if?

I couldn't stand it anymore. My life is terrible. I couldn't have the love of my life because of my cancer. I couldn't go out in public now because I was scared of what just happend.

I don't know what to do.

I finished taking my makeup off and couldn't take it anymore.

I grabbed the blade that I hid from my mom under the sink. I pressed the blade against my skin, slowly moving downward. As I saw blood running down my wrist, I couldn't help but keep going. Deeper and harder each cut.

Not giving one single fuck about who would care if I just dropped dead right now. I cut letting all my feelings drain away.

I stopped cutting my wrists and thought that wasn't enough so I move down to my thighs.

"You dirty whore nobody loves you. Your own parents left you to rot and now look at your pathetic ass. Where are you at now? I'll tell you where, in a foster home, that's where." I said to myself, letting the blade go deeper into my skin.

I finally dropped the blade. I looked at myself, bleeding all over the floor. Laying here with no purpose, but to die.

I grabbed the blade one more time. I grabbed my phone and took a video, showing my legs and my wrists.

"I'm sorry for anyone who loved me. I think we all understand that life can be difficult. Sometimes you think there's no escape and your brain drives you deeper and deeper into a place called suicide. Well to the people who always told me to die. Here you go. Your wish is my command. To all the people who loved me and cared for me. Thank you and I'm sorry. I can't live on. I will die soon anyways. If not now then when my cancer kills me. Again I'm sorry and goodbye." I kept the video going and put the blade up to my neck, slowly pushing down on my skin. I blocked everything out except for the cold blade meeting my warm skin.

I slowly began to move the blade sideways, cutting my throat.

Then something interrupted,

"ABI?!"
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