Remember 2

Chapter 7

I hung up the phone, no way I was going to accept that fact. I groaned and dismissed it to the best of my ability.

He's not dead, he's fine.

I watched Sam come out of his room pale and slowly. "Sammy, you alright?" He nodded and gave me a smile. "You look sick." I said and he shook his head, "Nah, just hungry and didn't sleep well."

"Aw." I said walking over and cupping his cheeks, I pecked his nose and looked into his eyes. I felt his forehead for a second and didn't feel a temperature, but I was still worried.

"You sure you're okay?" I asked and he kissed my lips softly, hugging me briefly before looking into my eyes once again.

"Don't worry about me, baby. I'm okay." He said smiling and I giggled. "Guess what I haven't heard in awhile?" Sam added and i furrowed my eyebrows.

"What?"

"I love you" he whispered and I stood there, taking in the romantic moment I'm getting with Sam. "I love you." I said kissing his lips and holding his hands, "I love you more." Sam said and I sighed a happy sigh.

"Breakfast then?" I asked leading him with his hand to the kitchen and started pouring a bowl of cereal. I gave him the Lucky Charms and he went to the table and started eating, the tan coloring to his face returning slowly and I sighed with relief.

I'm glad he was just hungry and not sick.

I made myself a piece of toast with Apple cinnamon spread. I ate it rather quickly and noticed Sam was gone from the table.

I heard a door close and I frowned. "Sam?" I said loudly, I guess he just needed to sleep. I don't mind, it's only 11:00am.

I went over to the TV and clicked it on, staying there silently. After a couple of TV shows, I was beginning to worry about where Sam was.

I stood up and knocked on his bedroom door, I slowly opened it and saw him underneath the covers sleeping. I smiled and walked out, grabbing my bag and going next door.

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Sam POV

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I ate in silence, refusing to look up at Hazel because I know she would be disappointed in me and what I've done this past week and I'm getting worse.

I thought Hazel would die, so I started to cut at the thought and when I would get the sad news I would simply kill myself. That was the plan until she came home healthy.

I'm addicted to cutting and it sucks.

Now I think about Trevor and Hazel, I dont know why but Hazel would be better without me and if Trevor goes I will go.

I finished my cereal and soon felt worse and sick. I walked to the bathroom without Hazel noticing and threw up quickly, I cried silently thinking about Trevor.

I heard Hazel say my name and I locked the bathroom door, refusing to let her see me like this. I quickly moved to find the razor I love so much...

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I watched the trickles of blood on my wrists and sighed. I felt dizzy and dehydrated, I washed off my wrists and went out of the bathroom.

I noticed Hazel on the couch watching Say Yes To The Dress and smiled. I wanted that to be us someday... Someday.

I opened my bedroom door and felt even more dizzy, I walked quickly over before I got under the covers and it went black.

A single tear falling.

I fell asleep....

Or passed out.