TRIGGER WARNING
Scott's P.O.V
I was lying on my bed and scrolling through Twitter when my phone rang. It read the name "Alex ❤️❤️" on the screen.
I smiled and answered the phone.
"Hey babe! What's up?" I said greeting him.
"Um Scott, I need to tell you something." Alex said through the phone sounding nervous.
I sat up on my bed and started to feel worried.
"W-What is it Alex?" I asked him.
"Scott, I don't w-wanna do this anymore." Alex said sighing.
My heart stopped. I felt the whole world stop spinning. Time stopped. It was dark. My jaw dropped.
"I can't deal with you being famous and all the fangirls surrounding you and fricking scomiche. I can't do it." Alex said sounding more intense.
I heard the phone beep and Alex hung up.
Then my heart got back together. The world started to spin. Time started ticking. My breathing got heavy. I stood up suddenly. I paced fast around my room. I felt hot tears flow down my face.
"No. No. No. No." I kept saying to myself.
I started picking up pictures of us. Ripping, tearing, shredding, throwing, stomping, crumpling.
Gathered all of the gifts he got me. Kicking, punching, pounding into walls, breaking, throwing, flailing.
Started using my body. Smashing head against wall, slamming fists on bed, jumping up and down, crying more and more each second.
Opening doors. Threw open bedroom door. Walked to bathroom. Locked bathroom door.
Contact. Grabbed razor. Sunk deep into arm. Dragged across whole arm. Huge cuts on legs.
Blood. Crying. Screaming. Pounding fists into tile floor. More cuts.
It was hopeless. My life had no meaning.
I heard a door open from outside the bathroom.
I didn't care I wanted to die.
Slicing razor across right arm. Move on to left. Same thing with legs. I'm practically swimming in blood.
The bathroom door shook. Pounding noises. Kicking noises. Footsteps walk away.
Back to cutting.
Mitch's P.O.V
I unlocked the door to our house and I walked to Scott's bedroom.
He wasn't there.
My room, nope.
I looked down and saw a trail of blood coming through the bathroom.
No.
No.
I walked towards the door.
No.
No.
I began saying his name.
No.
No.
I tried opening the door. Locked.
No.
No.
My fists pounded on the door.
No.
No.
Feet kicked the door hard. Didn't open.
No.
No.
Ran to the closet. Got key.
No.
NO.
NO.
Unlocked the door.
Opened the door.
My whole body stopped working and I fell onto my knees.
The floor was an ocean of blood.
I called 911.
They took him away.
I cried on the bloody tile flooring.
I walked into his room.
Pieces of paper everywhere.
Heads of teddy bears.
Holes in walls.
I looked at the pieces of paper.
I put them together to get Scott and Alex together at New Year's.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
That's the only word I said as I drove frantically to the hospital.
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