Jasmines POV
I can't believe he stood me up this can't be happing he's just like every other guy. I can't take its pain not anymore I got ready I believed he liked me but news flash he doesn't my subconscious adds on
tears fill my eyes making my vision blur I need to do what I've always done. I run upstairs I open my closet door finding the one small box I have not yet opened because of all the pain it has I open the box with no hesitation inside I find my blade under my fake id.
I know I go outside into my car bringing it to life I remember driving past a small liquor store two blocks away I wipe my tears away and began my drive.
it's not long before I reach my destination I get out not even bothering to lock my car. the little bell dings as I walk in immediately know what I need to end my pain there is so much choices of vodka I grab five bottles of gray goose vodka once I get to the cash register the young man greets me with a smile.
"Are you havering a party that I don't know of" he asks scanning the first bottle
"No just had a long day"
"Five bottles must of been a hell of a day"
"Yea something like that"
"Your total comes down to 25.99"
"Here you go" I hand him a fifty dollar bill
"Here's your change"
"Thanks your not going to ask me for my id"
"No looks like you really need this all I want is a name"
"I'm Jasmine"
"Well Jasmine I'm ed it was nice to meet you" I give him a small smile and grab my bag before I make it out the store he stops me in my tracks
"Hey Jasmine if you see him tell him I said that he's a complete àss hole"
"How'd you know"
"A really pretty girl all dressed up doesn't just walk into this liquor store all the time"
I walk out quickly making my way to my car I open a bottle and take a big gulp the burning liquid makes it's way down to my stomach I'm home in no time walking up into the bathroom finding the blade in the bottom of my clutch.
not remembering when I finished the first bottle of vodka I toss it aside opening another I take a sip I don't feel drunk I'm surprised I'm not I thought I was a lightweight. I hold a bottle in one hand a the blade in the other.
I look at my left arm tracing my now healed scars with the blade after taking on last gulp of the alcohol drink setting it down besides me I make a small cut than another.
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Ten
I finish the second bottle I open the third and switch to my right arm it starts again
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Twelve
Tears stream down my face blood streams down my arms and onto the floor my back towards the tub the empty bottles of alcohol on the floor my head spins my body goes numb everything goes black again.
Harry's POV
"Jasmine" I open the slightly parted door she's on the floor there's empty vodka bottles surrounding her what happened I look down to see blood dripping from her arm
"Jasmine come on talk to me Jasmine please"
I grab the hand towel from the rack a wet it I start to clean up the fresh wounds on her arms. Her make up is smeared oh she looks stunning why did she do this?
it was because of you dipshit my subconscious adds on
I swear amber will pay! I see a brown bag and start throwing the bottles in it her hand clasps the blade I take it out of her arm and put it in my pocket.
I pick up her in conscious body and move towards her room I lay her down on the bed practically running to the bathroom I pick up the bag and throw the bloody towel in there I look under her sink I find some Clorox wips I start to clean the blood each one tossing it into the bag I finish and grab the bandages from under the sink.
nothing she's in the same spot I rap her arms with the bandages
"Harry you came you really came" her voice is weak
"Hey love I'm so so so sorry it's a long story I would never stand you up like that" she grabs a curl with her patite hand
"Harry I'm hungry"
" Your drunk"
"No I don't feel drunk" her words slur i look around and find a glass of water
"Here drink this" she obeys I set the cup down she let's our a loud burp
"Opps can we go eat now"
"Are you going to be okay drunkie"
"Yes" she stands up and stumbles on her own two feet
"Hold up" she steps out of her heels and grabs her moccasins from under her bed
"Ahh much better"
"Your cute when your drunk"
"Take my car" she pulls keys from out of her bra I take the keys I help her in the car and make sure she is buckled in I run to the driver side.
my mind is all over the place she needs to sober up so we can have a serious talk self harm is a serious thing.
A/N
Who double updated? this girl right here. this chapter hit home the most self harm really is a serious thing so many people tell you to stop but when you are going through a hard time it's hard to turn to something else to stop the pain. if you ever find yourself in this situation don't hesitate to message me I will talk to you no matter the time or hour :) don't forget to vote and comment it would really mean the world
- much love,
Izeth <3
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