Catch Me 2

Old Friend

Camila's p.o.v

I got on phone and opened my Twitter app. Nothing new, I tweeted a few random tweets about food and faved some fans tweets. I had nothing better to do so I searched up the hashtag Ausmila and I saw so much hate. What is going on ? Why do they care if we are together especially if it's making us happy? Do our fans not wants us happy? Are they to selfish to let's us do the things we want and not always do what people expect us to do? Why was society so messed up? Maybe I wasn't good enough for Austin, maybe the mahomies were right. I don't deserve him. How they can dislike me so much? I had no idea. I've never done anything to make them have so much hate towards me. Me and Austin haven't even told his mom, let alone the public were dating and we were already getting loads of hate. I couldn't take it anymore, I was officially sad. I felt useless and unimportant. I am nothing. If I'm being rejected for things I haven't done what will happen when I actually make mistakes? How much hate will I get then? I am human I will make mistakes but people are so quick to judge me as if I'm perfect.

All these thoughts rushed through my mind. I couldn't take the pressure anymore I ran to the bathroom, locked the door and, grabbed something I never thought I'd grab ever again. I promised myself that I'd never come to this again. This used to be the one thing I turned to, it was only thing that soothed the pain it was my best friend. It was my blade.

I slid the razor across my wrist an watched my warm blood drip to the floor like paint splattered tear drops. I feel to the floor and with my back against the door and cried.