P.s i still love you

Chapter 3

As soon as my door is locked, i run into my bathroom. I lift the broken tile up and grab the box i keep hidden under it.

After laying the tile back down, i fumble trying to open the box. Hands trembling and tears running down my face i lift up the lid.

I stopped and smiled for a second as i reached down to grab the photograph. Then i started sobbing harder as i realized that this is all gone, my sunshine is no longer here.

He hates me. He thinks im pathetic.

I stare at the photo for a few moments before gently putting it back inside of the box.

I write out my feelings. Everything. Anything that if wanted to say. Anything I've wanted anyone to know. It was mostly directed towards Louis of course. I wanted him to know. I wanted him to feel.

I slip the note into the top left drawer. They will find it; sooner or later.

I pull the cold metal razor out of the small compartment on the left of the box. I twist it around in my hand before I slowly drag it across my wrist. I still dont feel much so i push it deeper and deeper until i feel satisfied. Pain is better then feeling nothing.

I sit on my bathroom floor letting my wrist bleed. Yet something isn't right. My head starts to spin and my vision goes blurry. I collapse on the floor and i go completely numb.

In about 15 minutes, i hear knocking, and then i hear screaming, and then i hear my door get kicked in, then i hear nothing.