"What?" Sam asks.
I look down at my feet, "I-uh have a drug problem. I mean I did have a drug problem." I admit. They look intensely at me, "when I was 16 I was incredibly suicidal, and I tried to overdoes multiple times. I developed a love for snorting pills, and honestly I couldn't get enough of it." They all stayed silent, "that's why I cant be prescribed any narco, cause I ended up have to go to the mental hospital at 17 and they put it on my permanent record that I abuse pills."
My body shakes while admitting it to them. They stare at me not really knowing what to say. I frown, "I'm sorry." I whisper. Sam grabs my hand and squeezes it.
"Lask, I cant imagine." He says.
Jake frowns at me, "why would you do that to yourself." He says almost in a rude way.
"Jake." Colby says with an offended look.
Jake stands up, "why the fuck would you want to ruin yourself like that?" He says.
Tears brim at my eyes, "I-I-" I stutter before Jake cuts me off.
"No forget it." He says and storms away.
I pull my hand away from Sams and put my face in my hands crying.
Colby runs after him, leaving Sam and I together alone.
"Lask." He says before leading me up to his room.
I go into the bathroom and claim im taking a shower. I rip open my backpack and pull out a razor. I glide it across my hip roughly causing blood to spill everywhere. I grit my teeth and go into the shower washing all the blood away. I finish my shower and go into the room. I wipe my tears away and sit on his bed. I put on my bra and underwear. He removes his clothes except for his Calvin's
We get in bed together and he holds me tight.
"I hate this." I whisper to him.
"It's okay, he takes things... hard sometimes." He says and rubs my back.
I snuggle into him hoping everything would stop, "I don't want to be here anymore." I whisper.
He swipes a piece of my hair out of the way, "no, babe, don't say that." He whispers.
Tears fall from my eyes.
Eventually Sam falls asleep while I'm still wide awake. I carefully peel his arms away from me and get up. I slide on a pair of Nike booty shorts and a grey sweater. I put on a pair of converse and walk downstairs quietly not wanting to wake anyone up. I go out back by the pool and sit down on the edge.
Tears spill out of my face and I bring my knees to my chest. I rock slightly back and forth trying to calm down. I hear footsteps behind me and I look.
Jake stands there staring at me looking distraught. He walks over to me and sits down next to me, putting his feet in the cold water.
"Hey." He whispers.
I wipe my tears on my sleeve, "hi."
He sighs, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react that way I just got so, angry. I don't want you to hurt yourself." He frowns.
I look at him, "I do hurt myself." I whisper. I stand up and pull the right side of my shorts down. He gasps quietly as he sees scars and fresh cuts plastered on my hip. "It's something I tend to do frequently."
He lifts his hand and cascades his hand over my hip. I wince slightly and he pulls away. He stands up and grabs me into a hug.
I sob into his chest as he holds me tighter.
"I'm so sorry." I cry.
"Shh." He whispers and kisses the top of my head. "Your okay. Your okay, lask I promise your okay." He says. "You need to get some sleep and we need to wrap those." He says and takes my hand.
He leads me to the bathroom and tells me to wait. I sit there and shortly hear footsteps approaching. The door opens and Jake and Elton come in.
My heart races, "don't worry he won't say anything, I just need to know how bad it is." Jake says. Elton gives me a sad look and take out the first aid kit from under the sink. Jake lifts me on the sink counter and I pull down my shorts. Elton bites his lip and takes out some alcohol and bandages. "This is gonna hurt." He says.
I squeeze jakes hand as he pours alcohol on my wounds. He cleans me up then applies the bandages to it. "You should be okay. Let me know if it feels weird or something and I'll take you to the hospital." Elton says and nods.
"Thank you." I whisper. He nods and leaves.
Jake helps me down, "can I sleep in your room tonight." I whisper.
"Of course." He says. We go to his room and we get into his bed. He holds me close to him and I hear his heartbeat.
"Thank you." I whisper.
He kisses my forehead, "everything's going to be alright."
