Sam's POV
I woke up and she was gone.
Her smell still lingered in my nostrils. It was like I was laying in a field of daisies.
Or roses.
Or dandelions.
Whatever.
I got up and went to the bathroom to see bloody tissues in the garbage.
She probably just had a bloody nose or it's from my cuts on my forehead.
But it wasn't.
I reached into the trash bin and grabbed the tissues.
And I saw it.
The razor. Covered in dry blood.
I fell to the floor and lost my breath of shock.
Why Jamie? Why do this to yourself? To me?
I pulled out the razor and string was tied to it.
I'm sorry
Is all it said. I just stared at it. After a few minutes I washed it off and looked at the shiny metal that used to have my girlfriends blood on it.
I did something that I regret.
I cut.
And cut.
And cut.
My sink was covered in blood and tears. All of it was mine. I can't believe what I just did.
This time I fucked up.
I sat on the floor in pain drawing in the blood on the floor.
I wrote her name. Over and over again.
Until my eyes became heavy and I fell into a slumber that has probably been one of the best.
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Jamie's POV
I walked into Sam's house and surprisingly there was no music and no stench of weed.
I put down my Starbucks and made my way to Sam's room.
I pushed open the door and his bed looked so comfy.
I jumped into the bed and turned my head towards the bathroom.
I didn't worry about sam being gone because I knew he would be back.
I closed my eyes and I smelt something disgusting.
It smelt like my period.
But I got it last week so it wasn't me. I really hope it wasn't another girl.
I walked into the bathroom and I stepped into a tiny puddle of blood.
It had my name in it.
I saw sam asleep with the razor I had used cutting his fingers.
I grabbed the razor and collapsed in tears.
"Shit Sam!! Wake up! Please wake up!!"
He fell over and his face fell into the blood.
This is not good.
I called Nate and he sounded sick.
"*cough cough* hello?"
"Fuck Nate you need to get here now!"
"Wait what do you mean?"
"Sam cut!!"
"I'll be right there"
I slapped him and shook him and nothing.
His pulse was slow.
Really slow.
Minutes later I heard Nate bust through the door.
"Jamie?!"
Nate screamed so loud it made me jump.
He ran upstairs and pushed through the bathroom door.
He fell to his knees and hugged Sam.
He started to cry.
"FUCK SAM WAKE UP!! NO NO!!"
He cried so hard. He ran his fingers through the blood and sniffled.
"Go downstairs and get my keys. We're taking him to the hospital."
I ran downstairs for my life. I grabbed the Keys and ran to the car.
Nate soon followed with sam over his shoulder. He put him down and kissed his forehead.
"If I lose you, there's no point in me living. You got me here and you can get me out."
He whispered and I died inside thinking of losing him.
This is not okay.
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Nate's POV
Jamie sat next to me holding my hand really tight that my hand was turning purple.
The doctor came out and called Sam's name.
We immediately sat up and ran to his room.
My heart sank when I saw Sam hooked up to the monitor.
This can't be it.
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