Oddly Falling For You

Chapter 53

I could feel tears brimming my eyes. "What?" I asked while swallowing the lump in my throat. She smiled at me but I knew it was fake. "Please be joking. Please. Why didn't you tell me? Were you embarrassed? Can you not trust me?" I asked while sliding down the wall.

I stared up at her as she was crying like crazy. My hands started shaking. Oh no. I'm having an anxiety attack.

Everything was going in slow motion. Everything was discolored. Everyone was moving slowly. I was thinking of everything that bad.

What if she did kill herself? What if she still does it? Has she tried to commit suicide? Is she still trying? What if she does and I'm not here to help her? Did she get help? Why did she do it? All these questions were racing through my head. It's as if someone shot me in the heart.

The pain in my chest wouldn't go away. I would rather be hit by a car then to feel this pain.

I looked around to see if anyone was there. All I saw was Calum and Luke screaming at each other while Michael and Ashton started running out of the room. Astrid was kneeling down and helping me breathe.

Calum was about to punch Luke but luckily Ashton held him back. Luke was fuming and crying all at the same time. I couldn't hear anything except muffled noises. Calum punched the wall and started crying. What's happening? I asked myself. Michael walked of to me and gave me my pills. I took them and just sat there.

I started to get my hearing back and I started breathing normally. Everything was becoming normal. I stood up and ran to my room as fast as I could. The pain in my chest was increasing. The meds shouldn't be doing that. Only my heart meds should do that if I take them at the wrong time. Mikey gave me the wrong Meds!

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I woke up and heard the tv playing. I looked over my shoulder and found Astrid. "You passed out because of the meds." She said shakily. I pulled her into a tight hug and then looked her in the eye. "Don't ever hurt yourself again. Do you understand me? You have people who love and care for you. If you just let that go then everyone will change. And not for the better. I can see it already. I'm gonna turn phsyco. Luke is gonna turn into a drinker. Ashton won't talk to anybody. Calum will probably never want to play bass again. Michael would never get out of bed. I would go in a mental institution. Do you want that?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "Good because you won't do it and that won't happen to us." I said. "Here give me both your wrists." I said She hesitated but did it anyways. I grabbed my sharpie and pulled her sleeves up. I saw all the scars. They make me want to puke. I drew two hearts on each wrists. "These hearts are mine and Luke's hearts. If you ever cut again then you are breaking our hearts. I'm the left and he's the right. You have two chances. You cut one heart then half of us are gone. You cut the second then we're dead. I will redraw these hearts everyday. If you kill me then I will haunt you. I'm kidding but, don't ever break the hearts." I said to her. She smiled a real smile and hugged me again. "You're an amazing best friend." She said. "Same to you." I replied.