Then There Was One

Chapter 2

"Wh-what do you mean? Why? Ha-have I d-done something w-wrong?" I'm in full on panic mode at this point. If he doesn't come see me, then what am I fighting for? Myself? Bullshit. I don't care about myself. He shakes his head and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"No, it's not you. I promise. My girlfriend is pregnant and I need to take care of her and the baby." I furrow my brows and look up at him, backing away. "I, uh, didn't know you had a girlfriend." Let alone a baby. I shake my head. I feel dizzy. I need to sit down. I start walking to my bed but stumble and fall to the ground. I can't breathe. I lay on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. I can't believe this. "Woah, Jaymi, are you okay?" He kneels next to me and pulls me on his lap. He caresses my face with his hands. We're so close together. If I just lean up, we would- "Dude!" he exclaims and sits me up then moves away. "I, uh, should go." He trails off awkwardly and stands up, not looking at me. "I'm sorry, Jaymi" He says then leaves. I shake my head and stand up slowly, going to my bed. I lay down and stare blankly at the ceiling. I can't help but feel that this was all my fault. Everything is my fault. The nurse comes in with that fake-ass smile with those worthless pills. They make me take them but that doesn't take away the pain of what just happened. "Hey, Jaymi. Time for your meds." I turn and look at him and chuckle, shaking my head. "Just kill me now. I don't want to live anymore. What's the point when the one person you cared about the most says he can't see you anymore because his girlfriend is pregnant. You know how fucked that is? You love this guy but he has a girlfriend and she's pregnant." I scoff and sit up. "I have to pee." The nurse nods. "I'll wait here. You need to take your meds, Jaymi. I understand that life is hard. Everyone's life is hard at some point or another. We just have to keep fighting." I scoff and walk in the bathroom and close the door. I look at myself in the mirror and shake my head. I'm ugly. I'm worthless. My life has no meaning. No one will miss me. Especially not the one person I thought would be there for me through anything. He's gone and never coming back. I turn on the sink and grab the hanger that my sister brought because she brought me some clothes.

***I'm going to stop here and put this note. This next part has some sensitive parts in it. Also, if you ever need anything, feel free to message me. I may not be able to help much but I'll definitely try. I love you all. You all were put in this world to do great things. You mean something in this world. Please don't feel scared to message me. I love you all and care about you. Okay on with the story now. ***

Ilook at my arms, which were already covered with scars, and slowly slide itacross my arm. I wince at first and I'll actually finish I'm done beingalive.Without him, there's nothing to live for. I make more cuts, each onedeeper than the next. I'm feeling light-headed. I fall to the floor but I'mstill trying to make more cuts in my arm. My eyes are getting heavy. I drop thehanger the hear a fain gasp and black out.