We Don't Belong Here (Mike Fuentes

Morning After (chapter three)

(A/N: THIS CHAPTER MAY BE A TRIGGER WARNING TO SOME PEOPLE. SO IM SORRY. I DONT PROMOTE SELF HARM IN ANYWAY! I MYSELF AM A SELF HARM SURVIVOR SO I AM VERY SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER UPSETS ANYONE.)

I woke up to the sound of giggling and a course of 'ssshh's. I sighed and opened my eye, immediately closing them. I sat up, shielding my eyes from the sun and re-opened them. "What the fuck?!" I whisper-yelled. I looked up and saw Vic, Ember, & Jaime looking down at me and Mike.

"Ooooh." Jaime said. "Mikey got lucky!" He said like a 4 year old child. His enthusiasm amused me. I shook my head and laughed. "Oh jeez no! I'm still a vir...." I stopped myself before the words got out. "You're still what..?" Vic asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm still... Very much clothed!" I spat out, getting slightly annoyed. I finally heard Candi's voice, "alright guys. Out, out, out." She ordered and they left. I shot her a quick 'thank you' look and she nodded. I laid down beside Mike and shook him a little.

"Miiiikey" I said softly. "Carlie, babe.. Stop." I looked at him and shook him again. "Carlie.." He repeated again. "Carlie?" I questioned. Mike's eyes flew open and he looked at me. Just as he did, a girl came barging into the room. "Ha. I fucking knew it! You cheating asshole! I fucking trusted you and what do you do? I come back to you laying in with some slut."

"Slut?!" I hissed. "Ha, oh fuck this!" I said, throwing my arms up. I grabbed my beanie and push passed who ever the fuck this Carlie bitch was and went into the bathroom. I refused to cry over some two-timing assfuck. I fixed my hair and and put my beanie on, walking out. "I'm out of here. I'll walk home." I told the girls before leaving. "Blakely! Wait!" I heard Vic yell from behind me. I ignored his pleads for me to stop and ran home.

Once I finally got home, I broke down in tears. Yeah, I only knew him for a day but it stung like hell. He just .. Kisses me basically shits on me. "What the fuck?!" I screamed aloud, not caring who heard. I let out a loud scream, not giving any fucks. I went into the bathroom and picked up my blade. I ran into my room and shut the door behind me. I made sure that I looked it. I sat down into the corner and pressed the cool piece of metal against my wrist. I stopped and grabbed my iPod, putting it into the iPod Dock. I let The Amity Affliction fill the air.

I pressed the metal down, staring off slowly and 'superficial'. But it wasn't enough.. I sighed deeply, pressing it down harder. I was going deeper and deeper and I didn't even give a fuck. I was sick of pain. Sick of everything.

"Keep going." The voices told me, and I did. I kept going.

The last thing I remember was seeing y door fly open. I felt the hot tears coming from my eyes and the smell if blood filled my nose. Then.. It all went black. Just like that.. Everything went completely black. I shut my eyes.. And didn't fight it.

I didn't wanna fight it..