Bad Habits | E.D

Knives Aren't For Cutting Skin

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YASMINES P.O.V—
1:45am—

My eyes were still shut and I moved my body to the side and I felt an empty space.
I lifted my head up and opened my eyes to see that Ethan wasn't there.

"Ethan?" I whispered and I heard heavy breathing.
I turned my head and saw Ethan passed out on the floor with an empty vodka bottle in his hand.

"Oh my gosh." I gasped and I quickly ran to him.

"Ethan, Ethan wake up." I tried to shake him awake and he shook my hand away in his sleep.
I noticed that he was struggling to breath a little and that moment I started to panic.

I had to think quick and I attempted to move him on his side.
"Roll over." I struggled but he wasn't moving.

I got up from the floor and tried with all my strength and he finally turned to the side. He immediately threw up and I sighed from relief.

Ethans eyes opened and he saw me sitting next to him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted at him whilst taking the bottle away from him and putting it on the night stand.
"Sorry." He apologised and tried to go back to sleep.
He really needs to stop apologising.

"No stay awake." I tapped him and dragged his arm so he could get up.
I helped him into the bed and he rubbed his eyes awake.

When he finally came back to his senses he looked at me confused.
"You saved me, how did you know what to do?" He asked.
I scoffed "My Dads an alcoholic, it's not the first time I've done this before."

"Thank you." He smiled and tucked and I smiled back, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"What were you doing?" I asked again.
He chuckled "Same thing you were, ruining my life."
Huh?

"Ethan you said to me that we wouldn't hide things from each other anymore-"
"Yeah we did but that clearly didn't stop you." He interrupted me.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

He was extremely annoyed by me and he got up from the bed and stormed over to my bag that I had all my clothes in. He took out the pocket knife and showed it to me.
Shit!

"I'm talking about you hiding another knife!"
I didn't respond to what he said and I just pursed my lips, not knowing what to say.

"Have you cut recently?"
"No." I replied bluntly without looking at him.

Ethan crossed his arms "Then show me your arms."
Is he actually being serious?!

I didn't move an inch and Ethan grabbed my arms and tried to roll up my sleeves.
"Ethan stop!" I yelled and he let go.

He went to grab the glass bottle and he smashed it, leaving just half of the bottle with sharp edges.
"Okay lets both suffer together then." Ethan said as he put the bottle closer to his wrist.
Oh my gosh!

He was only an inch away and before he could hurt himself with the bottle, I grabbed it and slapped it out of his hands.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" I yelled.

"If I said no then why don't you trust me?"
"Because I don't even trust myself no matter anyone else." He said, keeping his head low.

There was a silence for a minute and Ethan went over to his drawer. He took out my old pocket knife that he took from me before.
He still has it?

"Do you know what knives are really for?" He smirked at me and I gave a confused look.
"What?"

When I asked that, a grin appeared on his face and he slowly stepped closer to me. Every step that I took back, he took one closer.
My back hit the wall and I had no where else to go.