Warning: this chapter may contain sensitive content please read at your own risk
Chelsa's pov
I'm afraid.
I'm supposed to know who they are.
I let them all down.
I'm sitting in the bathroom after I realized that the only one I knew was the one that really hurt me the most.
I remember the accident.https://vine.co/v/MEtvqFlapYK
I don't remember my best friend.
My brother and my brothers best friend who are always there for me, but I remember him the one person who I was maybe falling for at one point, but hurt me.
They are all banging on The bathroom door in the hospital.
I unhooked myself from the machines. They said I would die but I lived.
Now I'm not so sure if I want to.
Cut you know you want to, it feels so nice. Feeling that fresh sharp blade on your skin.
"CHELSA OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE!" They all yell.
I need to do this.
I take the hair dryer in the bathroom and bang it against the counter causing it to break into pieces, and I take a blade from the front of it hold it against my skin and start to cut everywhere.
My arms, my legs, my hands are all covered in fresh cuts.
*bang* the door busts open and they all just stay there.
Eyes wide.
Nate comes up to me kneel down and hold me and I give in and start sobbing.
They all comfort me and I feel something warm and wet on my shoulder.
A tear?
The one and only Nate maloley is crying, for me?
"This is all my fault." He whispers.
"Chelsa?" He asks
"Yes nate?"
" I love you."
'Two weeks later bitchez'
Nate and I have really grown closer, we could basically be a couple.
All the guys made up you know that bro shit.
Life has been good in the hills baby.
I'm starting to remember little things too.
One thing that replays in my mind is what Nate said to me in the hospital.
...and I think I love him too.
