One Week Later
I woke up and I knew it was early by the annoying buzz of my alarm. I had a mission to find out about Sam and his little secret. I read my clock saying it was 5:00am. Perfect.
I got out of bed and pulled my sweatshirt over my tank top. I put my hair in a ponytail before grabbing my phone for evidence.
I walked out of my room and slipped into Sam's room where he was fast asleep. He wouldn't wake up for shit at this point in the morning.
I pushed up his sleeve a little big and saw some white lines. Alright suspicious. I pushed it up and saw fresh cut lines on his skin, some scabbed over and some just now scabbing. My breath hitched and I took a picture.
I pulled up his other sleeve and saw more. Why Sam? was the only question embedded in my brain. I took another picture and gently kissed both wrists before going into his bathroom.
I almost threw open the drawers trying to find something but found shaving cream and razors in tact. I found his toothpaste and toothbrush on the counter.
I went under the the sink and my eyes were drawn to a box of condoms, on instinct I rolled my eyes. I saw a pill bottle and knew it was his sleeping pills he using for tours sometimes; I closed the cabinets. My eyes were drawn to the tile this time and this is where the tears poured down.
A single bloody razor on the floor.
I bit my lip and picked it up slowly, eyeing the blood that could only be Sam's on it. I cried and threw it in the toilet, flushing it immediately.
"Hazel?"
I whipped my head around to see Sam rubbing his eyes and then he realized what I found out. "You know?" He asked and I cried, I nodded and pushed passed him.
"Hazel, talk to me." He whispered as I continued to walk into my room. I gathered my things as he stood at the door. "Hazel-"
"Why?" was all I asked before slinging my bag on my shoulder of some clothes and underwear. He ran his hands over his face and I stomped over to him. I held his wrists and stared at them closely.
Tears continued to stream down my face as I counted some up his arms. "Why are you-"
"Shut the fuck up, Sam." I growled and counted his scars just on his left arm. I finished counting and cried a little harder."You must love me 67 times less... Don't get me started on the other arm."
"Hazel, you know that not-"
"I'm leaving." I cried and grabbed an apple and picking up Blue into my arms. I looked up at Sam, tears continuing to pour down my eyes.
"Hazel, please don't go. I'm sorry. I love you." He said, tears going down his face. How could I love someone who doesn't even love himself? Sam let out a sob as I watched his movements.
"Bye Sam." I said walking to the door with a whining Blue in my arms. I opened the door and sighed before looking back at Sam.
"I love you. Goodbye, Hazel." I shut the door and walked over to the O2L house.
I never thought twice about his words.
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FanficHazel and Sam aren't through with their problems yet. Sam begins to fall with depression and has trouble keeping it a secret from Hazel and the boys. Hazel thought Sam was okay, but everything changed when she noticed the light colored lines on his...