Holding onto Forever

Dirty Whore.

I dropped the razor to the ground and looked at my bloody arms, I rested my head against the wall and let a couple more tears fall to the ground. My phone started vibrating next to me, I looked down seeing Ross was calling. I hit ignore and sat back, it started vibrating again and again. Finally I gave up and answered.

"hello." I croaked from crying so much.

"babe?" Ross wondered, I cleared my throat.

"yeah." I said a little shaky.

"what's wrong?" he asked, I looked down at my arms to see blood still poring out of them.

"nothing, I'm fine. Why?" I said trying to make it sound like I was perfectly fine.

"Skylar... What's going on? you sound like... you're hurt." he sighed.

"no, no... I'm fine."

"I'm coming over." he said sounding worried.

"no! Ross seriously I'm fine, now's not the best time to come over anyway." I told him.

"why?" he questioned.

"uh... because...' I hesitated trying to think of something. 'my sister's being a bitch." hey technically I didn't lie, she is being a bitch!

"I don't care, I'll be over in a couple minutes." he told me, before I could say no he hung up. I jumped up and ran to my bathroom, I turned on the sink and looked at my wrists. This gonna hurt like hell. I shoved my wrists under the water and squealed in pain, I tried to get off as much blood as I could until I had to pull out of the water. I ran to a towel and pressed it on my arms, I heard Ross' car pull up making me panic. I took the towel off seeing I was still bleeding a lot, I ran to my bathroom closet and searched. Finally I found some gauze so I quickly wrapped it around my wrists and cut it, I heard Ross coming up the stairs so I rushed out into my room and ran to my dresser.

"Skylar?" Ross knocked on my door, SHIT! I fussed with the door since it wouldn't open, my door started opening and Ross stepped in. I quickly flung my sweatshirt over my arms and my head, I pulled it down and fixed it.

"hi." I looked up at him forgetting I had been crying for the past three hours.

"baby what's wrong?" He came over and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"nothing... I'm fine." I sighed and pulled out of his hug, I walked over to my bed and sat down.

"please tell me." he begged me, getting down on his knees and setting his hands on my thighs.

"earlier... My mother and step dad got into a fight. Riley made my mom make Alex leave, they don't believe me about John coming here either. uh I hate them!" I said falling face first into my pillow.

"hey, it'll be okay." Ross rubbed my back, he reached over and grabbed my hand giving it a light squeeze. I gasped in pain not realizing I did it. Ross pulled away with his eyes wide. "what? did I hurt you?" he asked.

"no, no you didn't." I sighed.

"then why'd you...' he trailed off and turned his head to the corner of my room, his eyes widened and he turned back to me. I looked over in the corner of my room where I had been sitting earlier, my bloody razor still laid there along with more blood. My eyes widened too, he ran over and looked at it then at me. Tears gathered in my eyes as I struggled to find words to say. He slid back over to me and looked me dead in the eye. "did you?" I didn't know what to say, there was obviously evidence I did it so I couldn't exactly say no. Ross grabbed both my arms and slid my sweat shirt up, the gauze that was wrapped around my wrist was all bloody too. He gasped and started unraveling it.