Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Two Pt 2

[[TRIGGER WARNING: Cutting & Suicidal Thoughts]] [[GUYS ILY DONT CUT OK]] [[YOURE ALL FUCKING PERFECT & UNIQUE LIKE BEAUTIFUL SNOWFLAKES]]

Chapter 23 - Two Part 2

21:04

Caspar left four hours ago, we had some fun; me finally getting to play my guitar and Cas finally getting to show me his awful dance moves. I guess you could say it was a good day.

But it wasn't.

My mother was barely ever around anymore, the guy I think I might have fallen for loves another girl, my brother never liked us together in the first place, said brother and his friends are leaving on tour, my best friend is leaving as well and my father is still . . . gone.
A few hours spent with a friend won't change all those facts.

I stumbled into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. Maybe I should do it. Relieve myself of all the pain; put an end to it all. There's nothing much left for me anyway. Ashton would understand, right?

Shakily, I opened the mirror/cupboard and grabbed the sharp scissors sitting there. I stared at the sharp point, and then at my wrist. I mean, what's stopping me? Haven't I been through enough? Shouldn't I just . . . end this? Tears formed in my eyes as I dug the point into my skin and dragged it in a straight line on my wrist. Red. There were red droplets of blood in the sink; my blood. It hurt, but it somehow gave me satisfaction, I guess. So I did it again. And one more time.
Then, all of a sudden, the bedroom door burst open.

"I thought about it and maybe- Rose?" Jack stopped himself short.

Oh, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was going to rinse my wrist off, but too late.
He was standing in the doorway, staring at me in shock and sadness.

"W-Why did you . . . Rosie . . . Fuck," Jack whispered, running a hand through his hair. I avoided his eyes. I was ashamed for doing what I did, I admit it. "Rose, Rose, Rose . . ." He mumbled, walking up to me. Jack snatched the scissors out of my hand, tossing them in the sink. He gently took my wrist and flinched, his eyes watering.

"Don't ever do this again," He said in a strained voice, staring me directly in the eyes. "You hear me? Rosetta, don't you ever fucking cut yourself again. Promise?" He sounded angry.

"Promise," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

"Fuck," Jack muttered, quickly pulling me into a tight hug. "I love you and if you ever do that again, I will . . . I'll take away your phone." He said furiously.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No. No, I'm mad I wasn't here for you." He sighed, pulled away and held my wrist under the tap, letting the clear water wash the blood away.

"I'm sorry, Jack," I sobbed. "I was just o-overwhelmed a-and I j-just–" I choked up, cutting myself off.

"It's okay," He said softly. "I was depressed once upon a time. I didn't hurt myself, but I barely ever left my room, I read the same book over and over again and I never interacted with people . . . I kind of just lost the will to live or do anything, really."

"F-Freshmen year," I recalled.

"Yeah, but I got over it because I had you and Aria. Rose-"

"I know," I sighed shakily. "If you had the choice, you would stay."

"Even if I don't, I will still stay, Rosett. You aren't getting rid of me that easily. I'll postpone the flight for next week or something. I'll–"

"Jack, we both know your mom won't let you off easy. Go, it's okay. I'll be okay."

He frowned, "Are you sure?"