"Where are you?" A Will Jay fan fiction

Chapter 9

Shayleenes pov:

I rush to the bathroom and pulled out my blade. "Gosh Shay your only good at screwing up" I said while tears kept rolling down my face.

I dragged the blade across my wrist and winced at the pain. I looked down and saw the blood drip down from my wrist to the sink. I kept dragging the blade across my wrist while I kept sobbing. I finally stopped when I reached ten. I sank down into the floor and started to sob, no one understands.

"Shay?" I hear someone say,"Oh my gosh"

Daltons pov:

I was walking past Shays room when I started to hear crying. I opened the door and went to the bathroom, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Shay?" I said,"oh my gosh" I said rushing over to her and examining her wrist."Please don't tell Will" she said while sobbing."Shay please no" I said while a tear rolled down my face.

I hugged her.

I hugged her hoping that all of her broken pieces would be back together. I grabbed a wet towel and started to dab it on her wrist trying to clean most of the blood. I grabbed some bandages and put it on the cuts. I sat back down with her and just let her cry it all out. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked while I wiped her tears away. She nodded her head and told me everything. "Shay, please never do this again, no matter what happens" I said while she rested her head on my shoulder.

"C-can you s-sing for me?" She asked looking straight into my eyes,"of course" I said laying her head down on my lap.

"I'm holding on to my dear life to the railing on the roof, and the ground below me looks up and says what are you gonna do?"

"Are you gonna throw it all away?"

"Are you gonna end it all or not?"

"Cause I'm waiting for the phone to ring to hear your voice again cause your the only who can save me from this dark and lonely end, and it's getting colder by the second surrounded by these for get me nots and second thoughts and I want them to stop, please stop, stop, please stop"

I sang the whole song to her and I heard Shay whisper,"Thank you" "your welcome" I said while I stroked her hair. Then I told her,

"I understand."