I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
and forget about the stupid little things
like the way it felt to felt to fall asleep next to you
and the memories I never can escape
'cause I'm not fine at all
Amber's P.O.V.
I felt guilt rush through my head as I looked down at my upper arm. I'd promised I wouldn't do it again. I'd promised her. But I couldn't help it, and I didn't really want to, because I was selfish like that, and promises were a hard thing to keep for a selfish person.
Depression was taking over my mind, my body, my everything. My skin picking had always been bad, but that time I'd creeped myself out. I had scratched open most of my upper arm and little drops of lood were forming, I stared at them, trying to feel something, anything.
I crouched down on the floor, leaning my back against the locked bathroom door and pulled my legs close to my chest. I felt like crying, but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. I'd cried so much the past few days, it felt like I'd run dry. I didn't want to think about it but I did, I had to, I couldn't ever stop. Every time I tried to get my thoughts to stop, they drifted back to her.
*flashback*
"NO" I hear her scream, followed by sobs, she's hysteric. I sit in front of her room. Her door is locked and I wait for her to open it, hearing her cry through the door, hearing her tossing things through her room, breaking glass.
"Vicky Please!" I plead "let me in". I can feel my voice starting to break, my throat hurts, my head hurts, everything hurts. "LEAVE ME ALONE" she cries through her door. I begin to knock at the door, banging at the door with my fists until my hands feel like they might explode. "You have to let me in Vicky!" I cry, feeling tears well up in my eyes again, burning, then running down my cheeks even though I didn't want them to - they didn't care.
"We can get through this. Just let me in" I hear glass crashing again and again. "VICKY STOP" I yell desperately, and my voice breaks for the last time that day, the lump in my throat grows to the point where I can't speak, can't breathe. The key turn in the lock, it's suddenly silent. I push the door open.
She has blood on her shirt and her throat. I know it before I take a closer look. I know it before my parents know. I know it before the doctors tell me. It's the pulse artery. I know what happens now.
I know.
*flashback ends*
I could finally cry. It seemed like the only thing I was able to do, I couldn't think straight, I couldn't talk to anyone, I couldn't even really sing, and trust me, for me, that was rare. Ever since we'd moved, I'd been in y room, I didn't see a reason to do anything, it was all so, so damn pointless.
I didn't have any friend, of course, how would I? Nobody likes the new girl, not in movies, and sadly not in real life. It's just not how it works.
I want my life back. I want to go home.
Calum's P.O.V.
I groaned as I woke up for the third time that night, having een woken by sobs. Who the hell starts wailing at 2am in the morning anyway? People need sleep, person.
Probably the new girl. She'd moved in next to us just a couple days ago, with her parents, she was uninteresting. Tall and thin and pale, and she didn't leave the house, and she cried. Most likely, she was possessed.
The sobs faded until they were just quiet and barely audible. Most likely, I was the only person that was able to hear her. Oh, my luck. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes, then looked through the window, straight into her room, because that's how much of a stalker I was. The light in her room was on, the curtains in front of her window were moved to the side.
