Save Me

As soon as I got home comments piled up on that post.

I felt tears slip down my cheeks as I read all the comments on the post. I don't know why I was torturing myself, making myself realize how many people could care less about me. By this time Zack had already posted on it. I couldn't help but let Brian's comment bother me so much. I didn't get why his opinion mattered so much to me. It got the best of me now.

I stared around my room, why am I so useless. I remember the time how I used to deal with this, I actually quit doing it only a month or so ago. Cutting myself seemed like my only option at the time. I stopped, I felt like I shouldn't let them win. Now, it seemed like an only option again. I could call Matt but I dont want to bother him with my problems, or Jimmy either.

I walk into my bathroom, do you really want to start this all over again? Feeling guilty for never telling Matt or getting help? Feeling pathetic for all of it?

My hands became shaky as I grabbed the medicine cabinet and find a razor. It was too late now, I couldn't turn back from the voices telling me I needed to do it.

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"Sarah!" Matt screams.

I shoot up off my bed and stare scared out of my mind. What the fuck?! I glared at the sight of four boys smirking at me from my shocked expression.

"What do you want?" I sigh.

"You to come hangout with us." Jimmy smirks.

I hop off my bed grumbling to myself, they can't be serious?! I let out a huff and grab my jacket before heading down stairs, making them follow.I grabbed the first food in sight before heading out the door.

"Matt, where's your truck?" I ask stopping in my tracks.


"We're walking to Zacky's c'mon its not that far." He responds.

I furrow my eyebrows before following them. I honestly didn't want to go to Zack's. My wrists and thighs burnt like shit but I wasn't going to complain. My cousin would flip if he found out I never told him after almost three years.

I sat on the edge of a couch at Zack's the boys were practicing in the garage. They had started a band and wanted to really make it. Matt could really scream well if I say so myself. I took this advantage to look and see how my wrists were doing.

I roll up my sleeves and see that my skin wasn't doing well. I probably needed stitches, which is never going to happen. I couldn't risk my cousin finding out. I trail my finger down them feeling the skin that had puffed up, what is my problem?

"What's that on your wrist?" I hear a voice sound from behind me.

I let out a small scream and turn quickly, facing the last person on earth I'd ever want to find out.

"What are you doing up here Brian." I seethe glaring at him.

"I came to get a water bottle with Zack, what are you know? Some attention whore?" He smirks.

"What's going on?" Zack asks coming towards us.

Great asshole number 2 is here.

"She's being a whore." Brian informs him.

"How?" He asks, a smirk developing on his face.

"She cut herself thinking someone would care." Brian chuckles.

"Wait what?" Zack's smirk suddenly dropped.

Did that really just happen? Did he stop being an asshole for that second?

"She cut herself, like an attention whore." Brian repeats.

"Dude, you crossed a fucking line." Zack shoots back.

"What?" Brian asks staring at him.

"Don't make fun of that, even if its about her." Zack answers, glaring at him.

"What the fuck Zee? Why do you care?" He asks, annoyed.

"Sarah," Zee says.

"What?" I ask obviously annoyed.

"Let me see your arms, please."

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