Breaking point//L.H.

9//

Lydia stirred in her unconscious state. Luke walked over to her.

"You know you deserve to die. Just kill yourself already so we don't have to deal with you anymore." He snarled.

Lydia's heart sank. Luke had to hate her, but she didn't know she was that bad. She jumped up and sprinted to the bathroom down the dark hall. She slammed the door hard. She clumsily went through the cabinets until she found what she was looking for: a small pill bottle and a shaving razor. She vigorously swallowed the pills dry. Then, she grabbed the razor with trembling hands. She removed the blade. She pressed the cold metal against her pale skin.

' No one cares if you die. You're worthless' the voice said. 'You made luke hate you. You really are just a big disappointment.'

She dragged it along her wrists until there was no more smooth skin in sight. She lay curled In a ball, waiting for the familiar darkness, but it never came.

Suddenly, she felt a smooth hand brush across her cheek. She jolted upright, confused as to what was happening. She found she was In a dark bedroom with a navy blue comforter on a large bed with a flat screen tv in front of her. To the left of her, Luke sat facing her with his long legs stretched out. His eyebrows were furrowed together and his hand rested on her shoulder.
"Hey" he smiled softly.

"Hi. Where am I?! Where's Michael?" Lydia questioned.

Luke's smile instantly faded. "You passed out and I drove you to my house. Michael lives here too, but he was being argumentative." He looked down at his lap," and I kinda punched him so he doesn't want to see me anymore. I wouldn't let him see you."
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Hey guys. Once again I am NOT trying to promote any self harm or anything. I'm just kinda venting through this and this is just how I feel. Thanks xxx