Axel's point of view.
I drove out of the driveway, tears streaming down my cheeks, Prissy in the back seat. After about three minutes of me driving, my knuckles were nearly piercing through my skin, from the tightness of my grip on the wheel. I pulled over at Prissy's house. She opened the rear door wide and stepped out. She slammed the door shut and I slammed my foot on the gas.
As I reached my driveway, I pulled the handbrake up and tore the keys from the ignition. I ripped open the front door and ran straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. My phone buzzed in my pocket, Ripley was calling.
Screw her. It's all her fault. I threw my phone onto the floor, shattering it. I turned the water on in the shower and let it heat up as I stripped down to my underwear.
I pulled the cabinet open and searched. I found different variations of tablets and powders but they wouldn't suffice.
I shoved my hand into the shelves and swished around, knocking over packets and containers until my hand reached what I was looking for.
The blades.
I ripped them out and threw them onto the floor.
I grabbed the biggest one and stepped into the shower.
My hands were shaking.
I slashed at my wrist. It wasn't good enough. One drop of blood fell into the water.
I began slicing at my torso and abdominal area until I bled so much I became dizzy.
I hope I die.
My dad kicked the door down and I fell into unconsciousness.
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I love you?
RomanceWhen I finally fall for someone, it's not who I expect. I'm not a guy. But I think I love this girl. My dad is a Homophobic and my mum would rip my eyes out. Should I even tell her I like her, or should I keep my feelings secretive?
