Frankie's POV
It was late and the boys had gone home when i got the message.
It read : ' Franks, you know i love you' my mouth went dry before i carried on reading 'I don't know what to do anymore, I'm afraid it's past talking it out this time.. I'm jealous of Elliot and how he did this so easily. I feel weak but i need to get out, it's the only way out. I know it's been a while but you made my life so much easier at the time. You made the pain so much more bearable, I love you Franks. I hope you have a long happy life.. -L.x'
At first I dropped the phone thinking the message wasn't for me. Then, memories, images all came flushing into my head all at once. I slowly looked down at my wrist where the faint scars were not tempting me.
4 years ago I loved next door to my best friend, Lexi, we'd been friends for years before the incidenet happened.
Lexi had an older brother, Elliot, who had been born with no limbs, no arms or legs. He always came across as such a happy go lucky guy who lived life to the full even with the disability. He had always been there to protect Lexi, comfort her when she was sad. He seemed like such a happy guy untill the day when Lexi was stood at my front door with rain dripping dorm from her soaking wet black hair. The tears were flowing rapidly down her face asif they were racing each other. She had a note in her hand, one signed my Elliot, a suicide note.
Lexi had gone down badly, I was therefor her and she slocly started to perk up untill her parents decided the town was full of way too many memories and it was time they moved on and started again... I never saw Lexi again.
Afteer Lexi had moved away I couldn't cope with not knowing what she was coping with or putting herself through. I started cutting and it got bad, but Jack had found out and he helped me to make it better..
I ran into the bathroom with tears streaming down my face and took out my razor, i ran it across my wrist, the blood beadded ontop of the fresh cut instantly. I did it over and over untill I was crying, lyingon the floor, ith my wrist bleeding.
I wanted to die.
