"She cried at night, but her tears have a twist. They're not coming from her eyes , but from her wrists".
I sat on the toilet with my face in my hands. Worthless bitch. I gulped feeling thick saliva run down my throat. Sniffling I ran the blade for the fifth time across my wrist. What does he see in you? I cried taking a bite of my lip. I had to be quite.. he is in my room, I thought.
Why did Matthew pick me? Out of every girl he picked a ugly whore. I deserve to die. I shouldn't be on this earth. I pushed more thoughts into my head sliding the blade harder and faster across my wrist.
After awhile I lost all feeling. As my fingers became numb. I fell off the toilet seat as my vision became blurry. Maybe I can die now... Bleed to death. It would a quite death. No one would know, until someone found me of coarse.
"Monica... Babe open up", Matt's voice spoke sweetly on the other side of the door.
Shit he can't know. Matt can see me like this. I quickly stood up, but quickly fell back down. Usually I stopped bleeding by now, but my wounds were still oozing with blood. I weakly looked at the door as it swung open. I should've locked that...
"Baby!", Matt screeched pulling me into his chest. I faintly smiled looking up at him. This was it. I was leaving.
"When I look at you, all I see are scars, cut marks, and black and purple bruises on your wrists. And it bruises my heart to see you inflict pain on yourself. It kills me to see you like this. Why Monica? Why?", he cried covering up my cuts and kissing my wrists.
"Hate", I whispered feeling my mind beginning to slip away.
Matt looked at me worriedly calling 911. Why couldn't he just let me die? Was that too hard to ask? "I don't deserve you Matt", I coughed into his chest.
"You're crazy! Monica I love you. Okay? Those fans giving you hate... Aren't real fans. And I'm going to put a stop to this", he cried more heavily pulling me closer.
"You love me?", I whispered feeling my heart lift.
"Yes more than anything in the world. I'm going to stay here for awhile. Take a break and be with you", he whispered pecking my lips as the medics came in.
I closed my eyes feeling the pain evaporate. I was going to be alright. Matthew is going to be with me. He loved me. I loved him.
"Come with me", I spoke so low Matt almost didn't hear me. He quickly ran over pecking my head, then my nose, and finally my wrists.
"You are going to get better babe. I love you so much".
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