**trigger warning**
I run into the woods a little ways and then sit against a tree. I pull my bag closer and rummage through it until I find what I was looking for.
I push up my sweatshirt sleeve, bringing the blade up to my skin.
I don't want to hurt anyone by doing this. To make them think I don't care about them. But they don't need to know what I'm about to do.
I'm sick of trying to pretend like I'm okay now. Acting I don't hurt. Even though I have friends I feel lonely. I'm sick of the pain.
I can't die. I can't let them know how I feel. I can't hurt them and make them think they weren't enough. That they didn't matter. They do.
I need to do something though... I start to cut.
My vision gets blurry, or maybe it's from all the tears in my eyes. I start to feel dizzy. I stop cutting. I wipe my blade and put it back in my bag. I wrap my arms and cover them with my sleeves. Then I lay in the grass.
Ethan's P.O.V.
I pulled over and parked. I reached in the back and pulled out the food Grayson packed.
"Ok let's go" I said. We got out of the car and started walking into the woods.
"Too bad Chloe couldn't come with us" Grayson remarked.
"I tried calling her, but she didn't answer." I said.
We found a nice spot that you could see the water from. Then I opened the basket to see what Gray packed.
There was Fried chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy. Yum.
Before we ate we decided to swim. After swimming a while we got out of the water.
I went to get my towel when I realized I couldn't find my stuff. We must have swam away from where we got in.
We walked around in the woods dripping wet searching for our stuff.
All of a sudden we saw something.
YOU ARE READING
One Way Ticket-Ethan Dolan
FanfictionWhat happens when everything you love is taken away from you. You are forced to live with someone you hardly know. You cry yourself to sleep each night. You remember the happier days. And you just wish you could just be happy again.
