Our Second Love //An O2L FanFiction\\

Depression?

-^-^- Phe's POV -^-^-

I walked into my, still trashed, room. I decided I wanted to pick up some stuff, clean up a little bit.

"Uhh." I said when I closed the door.

I picked up my pants that were on the floor and put them back into my dresser drawer. I took the hangers from the floor and closet, I sat down on my bed and started putting my shirts on them.

Why would some one do this. It's just rude. Fans are so fucking disrespectful. Privacy much? I said to myself.

My head turned to my jewelry box as I said that. My vision started to get blurry. My heart started to pound. My head started to throb. I got up and grabbed my box. I went through what was in there.

High school ring, gone. I thought. Diamond ear rings, gone. Wedding rings that I was in charge of, gone.

I set the box back down. My face was dripping wet. My throat hurt like hell, so did my head, along with my eyes, and my heart. I picked up a piece of the broken mirror that was laying on the floor. I slipped it in my pocket and sprinted out of my room. I slammed the bathroom door shut behind me. I locked the door and slid down the wall. I pulled out the very sharp piece of mirror. I pulled up the right leg of my shorts.

"Happy now?" I whispered.

I took a deep breath and slid the mirror across my thigh. Again, and again and again. My deep breaths turned into bloody murder screams. I heard loud, running thuds of foot steps.

"PHE !!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" JC yelled.

"LEAVE ME ALONE." I screamed, sliding it across my thigh one last time.

"Phe, please. Open the door." He pounded on the door.

"I don't want to be here JC. I'm going to live in guilt for the rest of my life." I set the morrow piece behind to toilet. I brought my knees to my chin and watched the blood stream down my thigh.

"If you aren't here, I'll be the one living in guilt, knowing I couldn't do a thing to save the love of my life, knowing I couldn't save my best friend, my girlfriend." I could tell he was starting to cry.

I stood up and unlocked the door. He opened the door slowly. We looked at each other for a second, our eyes blood shot. I gave a very very small smile and wrapped my arms around him.

"Let's get you patched up." He said, kissing my cheek and rubbing my lower back.

I sat down on the toilet and lifted up the right leg of my shorts once again. He grabbed the hand towel and got it wet with cold water. He rung it out and set it on my leg. The pain and stinging slowly went away.

"I have no idea what will work to keep them from bleeding." JC shrugged.

"I should be ok, as long as you're with me." I pulled on the neck of his shirt and kissed him.

"We should clean the floor too." He said between kisses.

"Yeah, probably should." I said pushing him away.

"I'm going to get you in bed and then I'll clean the floor."

He took off the towel and helped me up. I put my right arm around his neck. He put his left arm around my waist. We walked in his room. He turned down the covers.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Mhm." He put his right arm under my knees and lifted me up. He laid me down and put the towel back on my leg. I was sitting up-right, propped on pillows.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"Even if you were covered in scars, bruises, or scratches, I would still love you." He smiled back.

"You're so sweet." I blushed.

"You're so cute."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed my chin and kissed my lips hard. I ran my fingers through the back of his hair. He removed his hand from my chin and moved them to my lower back, almost my butt.

"I love you so god damn much." I laughed.

"I love you more." He smiled.

I heard the door creak open, but neither of us looked to see who it was. Then door shut about 5 seconds after it was opened.

I heard them whisper; "Someone's getting it tonight." And then giggle.

"Sure is." The other one laughed.

JC and I ignored it and kept doing what we were doing.

A/N: 😭😏

-Madi

Keep Shining ☀️