John's POV
Trigger Warning
Twitching and shaking as hot, sticky tears rolled down my cheeks. My head was pulsing from the pain of crying. "Why Alexander... why date her... I wanted you.."
My cheeks were red and my eyelids are puffy. My body continued to shake as my cries echoed through the cozy air of my little house. I feel like my heart has been crushed, stepped on and spit on, then thrown in the trash.
A loud knock is heard on my door, but I am too tired to even move. I just watched that girl steal my Alex away from me. She was my best friend, I told her I had a crush on him, but she didn't care at all. She stole him from me, just as we were starting to get close to each other. Another loud knock is heard.
"Jackie! Please answer the door! You ran away so quickly!" It was him.. It was Alex. I didn't get open just to see his stressed face. I am done with being played with. I should have known not to mess with a fuck boy. I get up and walked past the door that Alex was currently banging on. I walked upstairs and into my room.
I open my desk drawer and find a razor in there. I sigh, I always thought that I was never go back to this but, I just wanna feel more pain. It's just what I deserve.
I grab the razor and sit on my bed. I hold it over my wrist, where my important vein rested untouched. I put it on there and pressed it down, hissing at the burning feeling. I drag it across my wrist quickly. I let out a whimper and lay on my bed. I let myself bleed out.
I deserve to die....
I gave him my life...
I gave him my virginity...
I gave her my secrets...
I gave her my time...
I gave her my trust...
They both stomped on it and threw it out of their way as I didn't matter...
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I was pale and laid in a hospital bed. I wasn't fully awake but, I wasn't fully dead. I was in a blood loss coma and I needed blood or I was gonna die. My family wasn't there well because they were dead. My friends were freaking out and Alex was just sitting in a chair against a wall, watching the tube down my throat keeping me alive for a limited amount of time. Here I am.. A ghost, I was sitting there, hoping no one would give me any blood and just let die and stay a ghost forever. I hate her. I want to haunt her.
I wanted to puke when she walked in and gave Alexander a cup of water. "Babe, drink something.." Her name was Skylar. She always got whatever she wanted and she finally got the one thing she wanted the most: Alex, but lost me.
Doesn't seem like she gives a fuck anyways...
She has a straight face. I chuckle, coldly. I knew she was never a friend to me. I shouldn't have given that slut all my time and I shouldn't have given a fuck boy my most prized possession. My virginity. My fucking innocence.
I am so stupid. 10 more minutes to save my life. 10 more minutes and maybe I can go to heaven and meet my dad and mom again. I am holding onto by a thread right now and I hoping someone cuts that thread.
5 more minutes. The doctor was standing there, waiting to cover my body with a sheet. "It's getting late. Please is there any donors that would be willing..."
The room was silent.
"I'll do it..." Everyone turned towards Thomas Jefferson, Alex's worst enemy but, I never really mind him at all. They quickly get set up and next thing I know is Thomas's blood is being put inside of me to save my life. I feel something warm hug my legs and then I was getting sucked back into my body.
Everything was dark and I wake up to see my saviors face and it was a different day....
"Thank you..."
"You're welcome"
With him, I was no longer crying..
AN: Hi ya'll. Hope you guys enjoyed this.
