My Life •Jack•

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Just another usual school day.

Another day of bullying

Another day of no one not caring

Well, jack cares.

He's my boyfriend. But he can do better then me. He could get girls in a heartbeat.

School was awful today. The bullying got worse. The girls found out about my scars and told my to cut more.

So I went into the school bathroom and did.

I flushed the blade down the toilet.

And put my hoodie on. Just like usual. Walking back to class.

Now I'm home.

Now I'm having these thoughts. Who would care if I slit my wrists to my veins

Who would care if I dropped dead.

No one.

I've already tried to overdose. A couple times. Me being alive is too much for me to handle, so tell me? How am I supposed to get better

I start filling the bathtub but then I hear the door open

"Saima" I hear Jacks voice

"Hey" I walk out from the bathroom

Dads at work so I'm home alone till like midnight

"Hey beautiful" he walks in giving me a kiss on the cheek

I smile and wait for him to carry on talking

"I ordered us pizza I just need to go pick it up. I'll be back in like, 20 minutes" he guesses

I smile and he hugs me before walking off out the house

I go back into the bathroom and just stare at the bathtub until it's half filled.

I was crying but I knew what had to be done.

I knew what I had to do to not feel pain anymore.

To not feel like the whole worlds caving in on me.

I sit myself in the bathtub and start it again.

I love you Jack and I'm sorry

But this way I can sort of have control of the pain I feel inside

Cuts all up my arm.

The bathtub starts filling up with blood

Jacks POV
I just walked in and the house was quiet "saima" I shout

No response

I walk into her room and she wasn't there. She couldn't of left. She knew I was coming back with pizza

I go back downstairs and hear water, maybe she's showering

"Hey, beautiful" I knock on the door

No, still no response

"Saima" I put the pizza down and knock on the door again.

It was the bathtub. I ope she hasn't done anything stupid

I twist the door handle and my heart dropped.

"Saima" I run over to her body laying in the bathtub turning the water a pinky color

From the blood bleeding through her wrists

I pull her out and lean her against the bathtub while i call for an ambulance

I take my top off and wrap it around her left arm to try and prevent the bleeding.

"Call an ambulance" I shout, crying

Why would she do that. She told me she wouldn't. She promised me she wouldn't again.

I grab my phone and call 911.

An ambulance is on the way.

"Saima please" I check her pulse that was thankfully still pulsing.

Soon the ER are here and put her on a stretcher and take her to the hospital.

I call her father while I'm driving there.

He's on his way and I'm right behind the ambulance

They pull up and I sign her in.

"Mr Avery we will need you to wait while we examine your girlfriend" A nurse sits me down outside to hospital room

Her dad runs in while crying

"Who did this to her" he asks

"I wouldn't know, she told me it was getting better, clearly not" I try to not worry

Who am I kidding, how can I not worry. That's my world

7 hours and 30 minutes later the doctor walks out

"Father and boyfriend?" He questions

We nod and stand up, hoping that Saima is still alive

"The patient will see you now" he gives a weak smile

Hallelujah

I feel like a load of weights have been lifted of my shoulders

We walk in and she was crying

"Don't ever try anything like that again, you promised me you wouldn't Saima" I walks up to her b

"I'm sorry jack and... you dad" she starts crying

"You're a little fighter Saima" her dad puts his hand on his shoulder

She gives a weak smile

Im glad she stayed with us.

I would die without her in my life.

"Talk to me about your problems Saima and please, please don't do this" I run my fingers down her scars

She nods and I kiss her forehead

That's my life right there.

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