JAKE'S P.O.V
I didn't know what to do. She was in my hands. Bleeding. And I was right there just watching.
"J-J-Jake?".
"Yeah.".
"I think I popped a vein.".
I then realized this is real life.
"Stay h-h-he-her-here".
She nodded. I ran back into the school. I went to the closest room.
"CALL THE AMBULANCE!".
"Why?, Mr.Founder are you oka-".
Before he could finish his sentence I ran over to his desk and found his phone.
I dialed 911.
"Hello?".
"Yeah".
"Mmhmm, I understand".
"Jake Founder and Charlie Westbook".
"She thinks she popped her vein".
"7322 st. School. Westburgh.".
"Thank you and hurry please!".
I hung up and explained to the teacher what happened.
He told the principle. I ran back out side to check on Charlie.
She isn't there.
"CHARLIE!"
That's it. I had enough. This MUST be a dream. I pinched myself. I wasn't waking up. I burst out crying. This couldn't be happening. I can't loose my bestfriend. I can't.
5 minutes later the police finally arrived.
"Hello there, there has been a report that a girl named Charlie Westbook.".
"Y-Yes I-I-I can- c-can't f-find h-h-he-her"
He stood there giving me a 'is this a joke?' look.
"You can't find her?".
"She was here right here!".
I said as I pointed to the ground where she was.
"Is this some kind of joke?!?".
He said kinda angrily.
"LOOK SHE WAS RIGHT HERE AND SHE DISAPPERED!".
My voice cracked. The tears were filling in my eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jake Founder, but your probably drunk".
"WHAT!, IM NOT DRUNK THIS IS REAL!".
"Hey!, no need to scream-".
"ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME!".
"I SAID NO SCRE-".
"ARE YOU-".
He pointed his gun at me.
"I'll pull the trigger.".
I stood there in shock. Isn't he suppose to help me!
"Just leave me alone".
"Gladly, you sick drunk bastard!".
And he left. Just like that. He was useless.
I decided to look for Charlie by myself.
"CHARLIE, CHARLIE!".
I can't find her.
CHARLIE'S P.O.V
I need to go home. To my parents who AREN'T dead. God, what I nighmare. My hand hurt like hell! I'm pretty sure I popped a vein.
I finally got to the door of my house. I opened the door. My parents were not there. Figured. There cops. Of course. I let out a huge scream. My hand felt like it was going to fall off.
I saw a cloth. I quickly ran over to it. I placed on my hand. It isn't helping. I saw the blood appear through the cloth.
I passed out. Great.
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Hey :D I'm back! Srry it's short 😣. The reason is becuz it's raining, and it's cold, plus my stomach hurts 😞 and no one wants to help meh! >:0 those sick bastards xD.
Anywho...
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Self Harm
RandomSelf harm is about a girl named Charlie Westbook, and how she goes through with her life.
