Bullied, Scarred, and Hated (A TeamCrafted and JeromeASF fanfiction)

Chapter 17

"I'll call you when I land, okay?" Jerome asks.

Today was the day Jerome and Mitch left for L.A. We seemed to work things out but I terrified that things would fall apart. I couldn't lose Jerome. I sounded like a overly attached girlfriend but it was true. I would just end up in the horrid depressed state I was in.

"Okay. I love you and I'll see you soon," I respond quietly.

"I love you too."

He wraps his arm around me and presses his lips against mine slowly, savoring our last kiss for awhile. I was going to visit during my spring break but that wasn't for a few months.

"See you soon babe," Jerome whispered breaking the kiss.

"See you soon."

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I slam my door and burst into tears and collapse onto the floor in a ball. I rock myself back and forth trying to get myself to stop crying.

I know I'm overreacting. I always do. It can be something really stupid and I start crying. It's really messed up.

I pry myself off the floor and go take a bath. I run the water and go back to my room to get some clothes. I pick out a pair of flannel shorts and a black sweater that belonged to Jerome.

Heading back into the bathroom, I lock the door and strip out of my clothes. I slowly lower myself into the water and relax.

I hadn't been alone in months. Even then I had Mitch or even my father and now I don't have them. Mr. and Mrs. Aceti are on a lot business trips so I'll have the house to myself a lot.

I look at my razor on the edge of the bath tub. I hesitantly reach for it and spin it around in my hand.

Fumbling with the razor and cutting my finger in the process, I manage to get the blades out.

I am 3 months clean. I don't need this. I would stay strong. It's what Jerome would what me to do.

No matter how much I told myself that, the ache in my wrist to cut got stronger.

Pushing the blade to my wrist I slide it across gracefully like I always have. It's just enough to draw blood.

The blood drips into the bathtub beautifully. I kept cutting until I started to feel faint and the water was light pink.

Getting out o the bath, I dry my arm and wrap it in gauze. I dress myself and breathe in the smell of the sweater. It smells exactly like Jerome and the cologne he used almost everyday.

I ran my fingers through my hair and gently tugged on it. I walked into my room and climbed into bed. I felt drained and like I have no energy.

I cover myself in blankets and fall asleep, alone for the first time in months.