Broken

Chapter 1

"Happy Birthday me!" I say sarcastically, It's my 21st birthday and everyone I know has plans, I sigh as I bite into my cupcake, my phone rings, I know it's Aiden, custom ringtone, Icing by Charity Vance, I smile and answer:
E=Emma A=Aiden (No dur)
E: Hello?
A: Hey babe?
E: Why did you say that like a question?
A: I think we should break up....
E: (crying) Why?
A: I don't wanna be with someone that's always sad and has depression and... I'm sorry...
E: I saw my parents and brother murdered when I was fucking 10 years old you hearless jerk! And you choose my birthday of all days! Smooth real smooth, Aiden!
A: I'm sorry
E: No your not asshole.
And with that I hang up in tears, not because he broke up with me but because I have officially lost all I have, the one person I thought cared about me left, just said he couldn't handle the embarssment of me. I walk into the bathroom and pick up the razor, I look at my wrist the one thing that stopped me from doing this just left, now I have nothing to do. I press the razor to my skin, I have wanted to do this for so long, but he stopped me, now I have free roam. I slit my wrists only 4 on the left 2 on the right. I look at my bleeding wrists and I just stand there and watch the blood pour down my arms, I head into my room after washing off, one person that keeps from suicide and he doesn't even know, I open YouTube and go to subscriptions and click his channel, a new video? Okay. "H-H-How's it going bros?" I hear his Swedish accent and feel a little better then when he says he's playing amnesia I feel soo much better! "Bring on the jumpscares!" I say happily. By the time Pewdiepie is getting rounding off the video my arms are no longer bleeding but the cuts are noticable, I brofist the screen and get ready to go to bed, then someone knocked on my door, I get up to answer it not even thinking about a jumper to cover my arms, "Hello?" I ask opening the door looking at the floor, "Sorry I was just wondering if...." I hear a voice say, I look up to see a familliar face staring back at me, "Pewdiepie?" I ask not getting the rest of his sentence, I shake my head and pinch my arm remembering the cuts the wincing in pain, "You a bro?" I hear him ask, I nod with tears in my eyes because number one I'm meeting the person keeping me away from suicide and two that really hurt when I pinched myself... "Are you okay?" Pewdiepie asks, I just shrug, I look up at him to see he's looking at my wrists, I try to hide them behind my back, but it's too late, "Why?" is all he says, I open the door so he can come in, he enters and sits on the couch, well here it goes.