~Your POV~
I examine the cold metal piece slicing through my skin . Blood and tears roll down both sides of my arm . Was the pain so post to be this unbearable? I let out another squeal when I stopped . All of a sudden I hear the door knob start to wiggle .
"What the fuck?" Chandler mumbles as the door knob violently turns back and forth .
"*y/n*?" He yells .
"Yeah ." I spoke shakefully .
"B-Be out in a minute!" I cry as I look down at my blood-covered wrist .
"Are you okay?.... *y/n*.... open the door!" And with one heavy kick to the door, it swings open .
"Shit!" I hear him yell as he runs towards me . He grabs one of my pink towels from a shelf beside the sink . He quickly wraps the towel around my arm, mumbling a curse word or two . We slide our backs down the nearest wall and sit on the floor .
"God . why *y/n*?" He nearly screams, staring at the two blood-drawn cuts on my wrist .
I want to say something, but I can't . I can't seem to find the strength to move my mouth . My eye lids grew heavier as my head falls on his shoulder . "*y/n*?" His voice weakens as I fall asleep .
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"Dude, her parents just died ." I hear Chandler's faint voice .
"That still doesn't give her the right to- Sam shut the fuck up ." I hear .
"......Man, you're whipped ." I hear what sounds like Sam's voice .
"No, I'm not... whipped . I just have to babysit . That's all ." Chandler says .
I open my eyes a little, noticing that I'm on my sofa in the living room . I try to move my arm which now has gauze wrapped around it . Yay .
"Well if you're just babysitting her, can I- Sam . No ." I listen to them argue .
"I... I'm not whipped . She's just ."
"Hey, I think she's waking up ." I hear Sam say as I feel a dip in the couch beside my legs .
"What time is it?" I say sleepily .
"Your mo- it's one in the morning babe ." Chandler interrupts Sam, giving him an 'I will murder everything you love' look .
"Oh ." I breathe as I sit up .
" I'm staying the night ." Sam yawns .
"Why?" I ask, looking around for my phone .
"So you don't try to- I think it's in the bathroom *y/n* ." Chandler interrupts Sam again, noticing what I was looking for .
"I'll go get it for you ." Sam jumps up .
I smile as he exits the living room and walks down the hall .
"Soo ." Chandler sighs, getting up and sitting next to me on the couch .
"Hi ." He scoots closer to me making our legs touch .
"Hi ." I laugh as he puts his chin on my shoulder .
Our mouths just inches apart, I stare into his eyes as he stares back into mine . I start to see a smile form on his face .
"What are you thinking about?" I whisper .
"You ."
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My babysitter, Chandler Riggs . {{A Chandler Riggs fanfic}}
FanfictionMy stupid parents are going on a stupid vacation and leaving me alone with a stupid babysitter . I'm fifteen! I don't need a babysitter . Especially one that's the same age as me .
