Hey Pierce The Veil? Who am I to you?

Caraphernelia

~*Carson's POV*~

I woke up on the couch in Vic's arms. To be honest, I liked it, it was something I probably would never have, and the only why it's happening right now is because of him. I was going to get up, but I realized that I couldn't.

Why can't I get up.... Am I stuck?! Are there hands stuck on me?

I got a glimpse at Jaime at the fridge... He was wide awake, I noticed his red puffy eyes, with an empty (name of alcohol) bottle in his hand. I finally got up and walked to Jaime, now looking at me with his tired eyes.

"Jaime....? Why are you up so early?"

"Who said I slept?" He angrily said, causing me to flinch a bit.

"I um...." I ran sentences through my mind, thinking of what to say... Nothing came out

"Sorry.. I'm just tired.." He interrupted guiltily. " why you up?"

" I just need to go to the store" I needed to get razors, half for shaving half for cutting.

"Oh I can take you there." Jaime offered. So I took the offer and we drove to the store.

"Do you have money?" He asked.

"Yeah, I have $5" I replied. He handed me a $50, and I thanked him, then walking into the store. The store was hella big with a bunch of people...

Just calm down Carson... Everything will be okay.

I walked to where they had razors, and I grabbed the biggest bag and stumbled to the front and paid, $47.95 dollars left... Wtf?! I slowly made my way to Jaime's car. He got out and took the bag from my arms.

"Oh meh gawd Carson?! Why so many?" He laughed as he flung the bag in the back of the car. The ride home was silent. I looked out the window until Jaime started singing.

What's so good about picking up the pieces..?

What if I don't even want to...

Oh oh... Ooohhhh.

What if I can't forget you

I'll burn your name into my throat

I'll be the fire that'll catch you

I started to sing along, and then he looked at me with surprise.

"I never knew you could siiiiiinnnngggg!!!!" He excitedly said.

"Well I guess I can" I retorted. We got home and I quickly walked to the bag and hauled it up to Vic's room.... Well also mine I guess. There was a personal bathroom with two locks on the door... I went in and locked both locks after closing the door. Cutting the edge of the razor bag, I actually opened it.

I took one and tried to find something to open it with. I found a screwdriver.

*one hour later*

I finally opened the razor with the screwdriver... I took one blade out and examined it, I cut my thumb to see how sharp it was. It already made a gash in it and I only tapped my thumb.

"Well.... Here goes nothing" I slightly cried as I dragged the cold metal bar across my wrist... One big cut that started to ooz scarlet red liquid.

*hours later*

~*Carson's POV*~

I guess I passed out, I could still feel my arm gushing blood. And I did at least 100+ cuts on my wrist before I ran out of room. Then I started on my legs. 100+ on each leg. I heard pounding on the door....

Shit....

I mumbled...

"CARSON OPEN THE DOOR!!"I heard Vic yell. He was furiously pounding on the door. I looked at the bottom of the door and I saw the blood leaking out of the little gap by the floor. Right as I got up I saw the door fling open. Vic ran to my side and I started crying.

"Carson this isn't good, stop doing this, WHERE DID YOU GET THE RAZORS?!" He yelled, I flinched... Scared as hell right now. I didn't respond.. I was too scared shitless.

"He looked at how deep my cuts were and he started to cry with me. He hugged me tight and wouldn't let go. My arm was tightly wrapped in his white shirt. After a while, all the guys were surrounding the door.. They looked surprised... Why?

"Darling you'll be okay..." Vic sang in my ear. I cried even more...

I needed those cuts... They released the pain from my mind but physically....