Liam and I have been bestfriends since kindergarden. I was really happy for him when his dream came true and he became famous. But personally was sad about it on the inside because I knew he'd have to leave.. He came to my house, sit down beside me on the bed. "I have to go soon.. We have to go tour."
I try being strong, "I guess this is it." I sighed. "No it's not it. I'll come back and see you soon. I won't be too long. You're still my bestfriend, and favorite girl.." He smiled.
I giggled a bit, and gave him a hug. We said our goodbyes and I stand there and watch him drive away. I knew this would probably be the very last time I ever spoke to him. I went to my room and buried my face in my pillow, crying.
I needed someone, someone who would be here for me. I called my boyfriend. He answered... At least I thought, his phone must have answered the call on accident but some other girl was there. They told each other "i love you" and i heard kissing.
I hung up. First Liam, now this?
I crawled back in bed, and cried myself to sleep. I couldn't take the pain of this. I raised up and wiped away my tears. I walked in the bathroom, and pulled out my razor blade. I put it too my wrist and cut a vertical line in my arm.
It doesn't hurt. Its my relief. One cut for everytime I've been hurt or upset. I looked down at my arm and cut another vertical line.
***To Be Continued?***
