Your pov.
"CAMERON!" I screamed. I ran outside and lied on the ground in the rain, alone.
I was a good girl. I don't really do anything bad. I took off my leather jacket. I found a sharp piece of glass.
"Why is life so hard? Why am I stuck in this body? Why am I so ugly? Why am I so fat? Why am I still alive?" I started crying. I looked at my wrist.
"No one would miss me. No one would care. No one would come see me. Everyone would be living their perfect lifes." I took the glass and put it in my hand.
"Pain demands to be felt. John Green is right. And the pain I'm about to feel, it will demand to be felt. And I will feel it. I'll feel the glass hit my wrist and cut it open. The blood will come gushing out. I'll lay in that hospital bed, passed out. My heart goes flat. They'll preform CPR and I won't wake up. But no one will care. I'm a nobody. No one loves me. No one will miss me. Everyone will be living their perfect lifes. And I'll be gone. One less soul to care about. But it's fine. I definitely won't care. Because I'll be dead." I mumbled. I put the sharpest part up against my wrist and slid it across. Blood started gushing.
"It's demanding to be felt." I said. I started crying. I started going deeper, crying louder, cutting faster and started getting dizzy. I screamed. I stopped and looked at my wrist. The tears started coming faster. It dripped on one of my cuts. I screamed even louder. I heard someone running towards me. I tried to running away. I got up and ran. I put my jacket over my wrist so they couldn't see. I hid behind the bushes. The person stopped. I looked at them. It was Hayes.
"Oh my gosh. Y/n! Y/n!" He started crying as he picked up the glass. He saw the blood on it. He looked on the grass. He saw blood everywhere. He cried even harder. I started gagging.
"Y/n? Are, are you here?" He asked. I gagged a little more. But then I stopped. I stood up. I screamed. He came running towards me. He took my jacket away and he saw the blood stained on it. He looked at my wrist
"Why? Just why?" He started crying. He took out his phone.
"Don't!" I screamed. I started crying even harder.
"This is 911 what's your emergency?" I started crying even harder.
"Don't Hayes! This is the only time I've done this!" I tried to run away but he held me tighter. I cried harder. He kissed me on my cheek.
"Cutting. And 16 year olds drinking beer." He said.
"Cutting? We'll be right there!" She hung up.
"Why Hayes? I hate you." I started gagging again.
"You'll thank me later." He said. I blacked out.
