VIXEN

12.

Lorenzo.

"Wait, w-what do you mean you have to leave?"

"I have to leave here, you..." She said slipping a few tears.

I really didn't understand. "Why do you have to leave? I don't want you to leave."

"Im sorry, I can't say anything." She said lifting from the bed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her down and held her in my arms, "I won't let you go, I can't let you go. Did I do something wrong?" I. cried.

"No, you didn't, it's me. I have to go, I can't stay here anymore." She said pushing out of my grip. She. pushed out of my grip, and grabbed all of her clothes. "No, Lorraine. Please don't go, I'm so lonely with out you." I cried into her arms.

"I'm so sorry." She kissed me one last time, and left. I tried to go after her, but she wouldnt listen, she just kept on walking.

I wanted to drown myself in my own blood, but I made a promise, and I was gong to keep it.

**

When I left for work the next morning, I stared at the double doors, hoping and waiting Lorraine would walk through them, but she never did.

I locked the double doors before going home and going to bed. Instead of self harming and smoking, I would drown my ears in music. Lorraine listened to a lot of music, and it made me feel closer to her.

I wish she would come back, so I could hold her in my arms again and stare into her beautiful green eyes. When I laid in bed, it felt so cold and empty, just like me. I stared at the razors that laid on the nightstand, deciding if I should do it or not.

I picked one up, and pressed into my skin. I could feel the blood rush out of skin and down my arms. I spelled Lorraine's name, and I smiled at it. I watched the blood pour out onto the floor, making me worried. It would usually stop after a couple of minutes, but it never did.

I got a towel and added presseure to my arm, trying to get the blood to stop, but it seeped through the towel. I wanted to die at the moment. I was alone again, Lorraine left, and I wasn't allowed to see my family, so why should I live?

I wanted to my arm bleed out, but it wasn't right. I dragged myself to my car and drove to the hospital and to the emergency room, where they immediately attended to my arm. They had applied stitches and a bandage over it.

They kept asking me asking questions my arm, but I never answered any of their questions. I left later on that night, and returned to my home. I cleaned all of the blood off of my bedroom floor, and laid back in bed.

I tried to sleep, but my mind always wondered off to memories of Lorraine.

After I had finally fallen asleep, I woke up feeling groggy from not getting any sleep the night before. I had stayed up all night crying over Lorraine, wishing she would come back.

July 23rd, 11:28 am.

I sighed and got out bed, to go take a shower and get dressed. I told myself that I would go home to my family, and beg for their forgiveness. I dressed in something light and casual, different from my dark attire.

I pulled into the driveway, staring at the large house. I slowly got out of my car, dragging my feet behind me. I walked up the concrete steps, staring at the wooden door that stood before me. I hesitatingly lifted my arm, and rang the door bell.

A few seconds later, my mom answered door.

This was terrible. Next chapter coming tomorrow.