Kaitlyn's p.o.v.
My eyes finally opened and i realised i was still in Tristan's house. I rolled over to check the time. It was nearly 10 o'clock and i could still hear tristan's band playing downstairs in the basement. I droopily pushed the covers off me and went into the bathroom. I looked a mess the dark circles under my eyes and my hair hanging limply beside my face. I looked and felt ugly. I ran back into my bedroom to get my razor. I quickly ran back into the bathroom before anybody saw me. I looked in the mirror again and only saw hatred i press the razor to my wrist and started. I went over the old cuts unleashing new blood . I didn't cry. I deserve this . After my right arm was filled with cuts i started on the left one. The pain was unbearable so good at the same time. I carried on cutting until I quickly noticed that the band had stopped playing. I washed off the blood and crept back into bed. A short while later the door creeked open and Tristan was standing at the door
"Are you okay" he asked. The thing is with Tristan I can never keep a secret from him. If I ever cut he always sees if I'm angry, he calms me down. I walked over to him and showed him my cuts. Look on his face scarred my brain. His eyes filled with tears as he pulled me into a hug
"Stop" he whispered into my shoulder "please....just stop"
"I cant" I replied hugging him back
"I love you" he whispered
"I love you to" I whispered back we obviously didn't mean it like that but I'm so close to him. I can't lose him, not ever.
"You sure you don't want to come down stairs with me" he asked
"Nahh I'm okay" I said rubbing his arm
"Okay go back to bed" he said smiling
I did as I was told and slid back into bed
