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Payton
   It was just too much. You'd been putting up with your abusive father for over ten years now. You'd turn eighteen just next week and you were going to try to wait until then to move away. But it had just gotten too much for you. You decided to take a blade to your wrists, already covered in numerous scars. Slowly dragging it up your left wrist, you began to cry at leaving Payton, the only thing that had kept you from leaving sooner. You looked at your left wrist, satisfied.
   "Babe, you here?" Payton calls as he enters. I didn't realize he would be coming over. Normally he asks. I start breathing heavily, looking at the blood pouring out of my arm and hearing his steps approach my room. "Babe?" he calls again.
I don't respond, leaning my head back against the wall and closing my eyes to try and quiet my crying.
"Babe? I saw your car outside. You here?" He's in my room now. I reach up to lock the door so he can't get in the bathroom.
"Babe? Are you in the bathroom?" Payton is outside the door now. He wiggles the handle. "Why is the door locked? Are you okay?"
My head is dizzy as I hear him doing something to the door handle. I pick up the blade again and drag it against my right arm.
"Babe! Stop. Stop!" Payton is kneeling down in front of me now. I didn't hear him come in. I keep dragging it up my arm. "Stop!" He grabs my hand to make me stop moving the blade, getting blood all over his own hands. "Stop," he whispers. He slowly pulls the blade out of my hand. Grabbing both of my arms, he looks down at the long, bloody cuts. "What? I don't-I don't understand." He's crying now.
"I'm sorry, baby. Don't be mad at me. Please don't be mad at me, baby." I look up at him. "I'm sorry."
"What's-what's going on? I don't understand. I thought we were going good. Did I do something wrong?"
"No, baby. It isn't you." I shake my head. "It's not you."
"We gotta get you to the emergency room, babe. Here." He reaches behind him and grabs two towels. He wraps them around either of my arms tightly. "You okay?"
"Just a little dizzy, but I'll be fine."
"I'll carry you, then." He scoops me up against his chest, and I lean my head against his shoulder. "You'll be fine, babe," he whispers in my ear. He holds the towels and me tightly. "You'll be fine."
He puts me in the passenger seat of his car and quickly drives to the emergency room. When we get there, he carries me in, straight to the front desk.
"Thanks, Payton," I whisper as he hands me off to some nurse. I see him smiling with tears in his eyes as I'm pushed away to a room.

Noen
I look inside the bottle of pills, pouring then all out to sit in the cap. Seventeen pills. That should be enough. I can't handle all that's going on. I got bullied so much in school. Got beaten so much by my parents for years. Now on tour this manager keeps raping me. The hate online doesn't make it better. I became an anorexic from all the people telling me I'm fat. I started cutting in middle school. And now it's just too much for me.
I hope the pills will work quickly. I grab my water bottle and start swallowing them one by one until all seventeen are gone. My stomach is already hurting when I fall back and slide down the wall until I meet the floor of the hotel room bathroom.
"You okay?" Noen calls from the other side of the door. I hadn't realized he was here. He must've just came in and heard a small thud.
"I'm fine baby. I love you, okay?" I ask, curling up in a ball against the pain.
"I love you, too. You sure you're fine in there?"
"I'm fine. Just remember that I love you," I whisper.
"Babe, I'm worried. I'm going to come in, alright?" He slowly pushes the door open as I quickly call out, "No! Stop. I'm fine."
"Babe, are you feeling alright?" Noen crouches in front of me, resting a hand on my elbow.
   "I'm fine, baby. I just need a few minutes alone."
   "You don't look so well. You look sick. How about I get you some medicine?" He stands up to rummage around for some medicine. I wrap my arms around my stomach as it burns in pain. "Babe, what's this?"
   I look up at him to see him holding the empty pill bottle. "I-I-"
   "How many did you take?" he whispers.
   "Baby, I'm sorry."
   "How many?"
   I look away from him, clutching my sides. "Seventeen," I reply quietly.
   He crouches down in front of me again. "I'm sorry about this, babe." Then he pulls me over the toilet and starts to gag me until I throw up all seventeen pills. I'm crying and my throat is burning by the time he is done. He pulls me against his chest and onto his lap, leaning back against the wall. "I'm sorry," he whispers, tucking me into a hug and rubbing my back.
   I'm still crying into his chest when I whisper, "I'm sorry baby. Please don't be mad at me."
   "I'm not mad at you, babe." Noen trails his hands up my sides and I give out a little whimper. "I'm sorry babe. Where does it hurt?"
   "My stomach. My throat. My head. It just hurts everywhere." I push my head against his neck.
   "I'm sorry, babe. 'M sorry for getting you sick. I love you." He rubs my back. I feel tears dripping down onto my hair. "I love you."
   "Love you too, baby." I peck his neck with a quick kiss.
   A hard knock comes at the door.
   "I'll go see who it is, m'kay?" he whispers against my hair. I nod and slide off of his lap. He walks out of the bathroom and looks through the door's peephole. "It's Jackson. One of the managers."
   I start shaking my head no. Noen looks at me.
   "Why not?" he asks quietly.
   "Please just don't."
   "Okay." He keeps looking through the peephole for another minute before coming back to stand next to me. "He's gone."
   "Okay." I nod up at him from the floor. "I'm gonna brush my teeth baby."
   "Can we talk after?" His eyes look so sad when he looks at me. I nod slowly. "Okay. I'll be waiting on the bed. I love you." He kisses the top of my head.
   "Love you, too."