Posting this part that's been finished for months bc I'm working on another one shot for @hapyhappiness and its taking a long while oops (:
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Vikk's POV
We all are sitting down in our own rooms. I'm sat in mine all alone while the others probably have someone else over.
Most of them were recording, But not me. I had per-recored all the videos for about 2 weeks, so I have about 2 weeks off.
I sat there, staring at the ceiling while laying on my bed. What else was i to do? Most of the guys were recording or it was too awkward to talk to them.
I can't believe what Mitch and Lachlan did though.
I didn't even notice that i was scratching at my arms.
Red marks go up and down my arms from what i did. I sigh, longing for something more.
I glance over at my desk seeing the safety pin. What's one more gonna do?
I slowly stand up and walk over to my desk, grabbing the shiny item. I had no control over my body now.
I rolled up my sleeve and opened the pin, pressing it onto my wrist.
I push down and drag. Stinging washes over me as i see the blood come up.
It put my mind to ease, which was good. I did it again, right below the other one. I did it 1 more time, satified for the night.
I knew that it was gonna bleed, so i slipped down my sleeve and walked to the hallway. "Hey Vikk!" Jerome called.
I turn around, glad i pulled my sleeve down even more, covering my hand.
"Hi Jerome." I smile, walking over to the boy. "What's up? Wanna record?" He asks.
"Uh No thanks. I've got all my recordings done." I smile, slightly worried. "Yeah sure bro.I'll record with someone else." He says, walking back into the room he's staying in.
I sigh happily and run to the bathroom. Blood was on my sleeve, of course it had to be my favourite sweater.
I look around for a bandage and gauze which i knew i had somewhere. Ah fuck, I think it's down stairs.
I sigh, walking out of the bathroom and headed down stairs. I open the cabinet, desperately looking for the supply.
"What'cha doing Vikk?" Mitch asked. I looked at him in shock. "Looking for somethin" i mutter, pulling out the gauze and bandage.
"Why do you need that?" He asked, picking up the bandage. "I hurt my ankle. I cut it on the corner of my bed."I lied. "Oh okay." He smiles.
"Need any help?" He asks. "No. I'm good." I replied quickly, faking a limp. I head up to the bathroom, washing off my arm and wrapping it all up.
Thank god.
I rushed back to my room, avoiding all human contact as possible. I lay down on my bed, not knowing what to do now.
Lachlan and Mitch were a no go to record with. Jerome and the others are recording either together or with someone else.
I knew Ali-A wouldn't be up this late..Well early.
I couldn't record with the members from the sidemen because of stupid time zones. I sigh, relaxing into my sheets.
"Yo Vikk!" Someone calls. I lazily get up and open my door. "Yeah?" I call out.
"Com'ere" I hear, who i think is Rob, call from the bathroom. I walk over to the bathroom, seeing Rob standing there.
"Why is there blood on the counter?" He asks. I nod, further 'explaining' my accident.
"Yeah my ankle is okay. Just cut it pretty good. I'm okay though, No need to worry." I smile at him. He pauses for a second, then features softened.
"Oh alright. Call me or text me if you need anything, alright?" He says. I smile and nod at him. "Alright. Gonna go to my room now" He says, walking away.
I let out a breath and walk back into my room.
This is gonna screw me over in the long run.
