Connors POV

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Shortest/most depressing chapter ever I know....Sorry about that!!!!!!!!!! Next chapter will be longer I promise!!!!! I'm just not really in the mood to write at the moment. :(
She ran upstairs and we heard a door slam. I put my head in my hands and rubbed my temples. Kian patted my back. "What are we supposed to do? She hates us now." I huffed. "She doesn't hate us. And this will be good for her. She needs help Con." Jc told me. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pounding in my head. "I just want her happy." I said. Nobody said anything. "We should go check on her." Trevor sighed. We all got up slowly and headed upstairs to her room. Her door was still open so she's obviously not in there. Then I heard stifled sobs coming from the bathroom. The other guys must of heard it too because we all exchanged glances. We got all the razors out of the house so I'm not worried shes cutting herself. I walked over to the door and hesitantly, knocked lightly. "Go away." A muffled voice said. "Delilah we need to talk." Ricky said. "Just go away." She told us again. I sighed. "Delilah please..." I whispered. "I'm not coming out." She said. I could hear the brokenness behind her voice as she spoke. "Delilah we-" Jc started to say something but I stopped him and shook my head. "She's not coming out..." I shrugged sadly and walked downstairs without saying anything else. I don't know why I did this to her. I'm sorry....I'm sorry.
Delilah's POV
"She not coming out." I heard Connor say. I closed my eyes and tried to fight back tears. I had to use my hand to cover my mouth to keep myself from sobbing. I was breaking...I was almost broken. I'm almost completely broken. Even just the slightest thing could shatter me now. Why does life have to be so damn hard? Why can't I just be happy? I can feel myself breaking at this very moment. I couldn't take it anymore. Even my hand practically glued to my face couldn't keep my sobs in. I'm sorry....I'm sorry. I promise....I'll kill myself soon. Then I'll be gone. And everybody will be happy.

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