My Bad Side//Nash Grier Fanfic

Weekend

Because I started school on Friday I got to have the weekend to think about stuff. I got out of the car with Nash trailing behind me. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. 

"Let me explain." He said. His hot breath on mine. 

"No." I said pushing out of his grasp and running upstairs to my room. 

No way was I going to let him back in my life after that. Yeah I understand what he did wasn't all that bad. But it hurts to know that he knew my past and didn't try to fix it so that didn't happen again. 

I groaned as my face hit the pillow. 

Why does my life have to such a failure. 

I got up and walked to the bathroom and pulled the razor out from under the sink. Reminding me of the last time I did this. Nash saved me.

I quickly sliced my wrist. 

My life started to come back to me.

I was having a panic attack. 

My mom is dead. My dad is dead. I'm ugly. Fat. Stupid. Worthless. Nash hates me. 

I couldn't stop crying and cutting. Blood was everywhere now. 

Thats when the door swung open and Nash stood there. He run over to me taking the razor from my hands. I haven't had a panic attack in weeks. 

"Stop Nash! Leave me alone! No one wants me!" I pushed him away from me. Everything was blurry now and I felt like I kept walking side to side. He pulled me into a hug and started to stroke my hair.

I pushed him away. I could see the blood all over his shirt. 

"Leave. Me. Alone." 

He was crying now. But I didn't care.

"No one needs me." I whispered. He pulled me into a yet another hug.

"But I do." His hot breath on mine. 

"At school you didn't." I said back. 

"I know. I was a jerk. I feel horrible. The hit wasn't your fault but I knew that if I yelled at Reagan she would make your life horrible." He said stroking my hair.

"I can handle her." I said my forehead on his chest.

"I know you can." Thats when I looked up. Our eyes met. He started leaning in. I didn't know what to do. I didn't think and pulled back. I can't let people get close to me. All that ever happens is that they get pulled away from me or leave. 

Nash stood there. "I-I-I'm S-sorry." He studdered. I just shook my head. "It's okay. It's my fault for leading you on." I still felt the blood seeping through. I was about to fall back when I felt someone catch me. Than everything went black.

I woke up in another room. Nashs room. He was sitting at the end of the bed with his head in his hands. 

"Jamie." He said as soon as he saw my eyes open. "Are you okay?" his standing above me.  I nodded my head. I pulled my arm from under the blanket and saw baind-aids over the cuts. 

"Do one thing for me?" He asked. 

"Anything." I answered.