White Rose /discontinued/

Chapter 4

A shiny piece of metal

Cold, silver, and welcoming me in

Multipurpose but with one intention in mind

Just a glide along the skin and then there's no pain within

Forget the world and all the harm

Escape the your day away

Just a drop of blood that turns into a pool

Just another cut and you'll be done for sure

Be brave and let it all slip away

Keep control and don't fall

Just wait another day

Keep your razor waiting for you

Run from your reality

Chase your dreams

There you'll find your peace

There your only enemy is those you make you stay

There your razor won't touch your wrist

There you'll live

There you'll love

There you'll suffice

There you'll be in paradise

I stare at the piece of paper in front of me. Did I really just write that? I can't let anyone see it. They'll know. Then I think of Harry. He saw what I was about to do. He stopped me from making that mistake again. He saved me.

Lenny's freaking out. Like literally. She's running around the house, screaming at Summer and me about what to wear. I'm starting to think Harry made a mistake by inviting Lenny to see Liam. Since he's, and I quote her, "Some serious eye candy I can munch on" she's having a fit. At least Summer and I are still being logical.

"Wear a dress," I suggest. Big mistake.

"Are you serious Az? It's like you don't know me! Dresses equal gross. I'll just wear these skinny jeans and this top. This is cute right?" She speaks fast.

I nod. I wear jeans too, since it's nothing formal. After we are all done, we're dressed pretty similar. Skinny jeans and a cute top. Nothing fancy and we don't look like slobs. Summer volunteers to drive. I don't protest, and neither does Lenny. But she does grumble about being in the back.

We reach the address Liam texted Lenny. I didn't even know they exchanged numbers. Knowing Lenny, she probably put her number in his phone and gave him a flirty smile. That's how she works. She knows they'll call or text. Summer and I enjoy calling her a slut for that.

The house is big and beautiful. Summer parks and we go up to the door. A boy with brown roots and blonde tips answers. He's adorable. He smiles at us. Clearly checking us out. I roll my eyes. Men.

"Hello, ladies. You must be Azlyn, Summer, and... Valentine?" He's fucking Irish. Of course he is, with that adorable charm. I glance at Lenny. She's half glaring, half blushing.

"Lenny," she corrects.

The boy smirks. "I know. But Liam told me to call you Valentine."

"Well he's dead," Summer giggles.

"Well, you know our names... What's yours?" I ask him.

He face palms. "Right. I forgot. I'm Niall." He holds out his hand to shake. We all shake his hand. "Anyways, come on."