I Hate The Ending Myself, But It Started With An Alright Scene

Chapter 17: The Jetset Of Life is Gonna Kill You

○Slip into the tragedy○

{Bandit's P.O.V}
I ran up stairs and headed straight to the bathroom. Thats the only place i could think of them finding it. They know!! Well done Bandit, you are so screwed! I frantically searched the room trying to retrace my steps.

1. Weighed yourself
2. Found blade
3. Cut
4. Stop the bleeding
5. Clean the blood off the floor
6. Leave.

Sh*t, I must've put it down and then not rehid it after I cut!! F*CK!

I lifted the towels to find it still had 2 other blades but I couldn't risk doing this again. I thought about it, they would come to me and try talk to me about this and get me to throw away the blades. The only way to get them off for my back is throwing them away but I can't stop, I don't have the strength to stop. Then my miracle happened, and idea. My plan was to take the one blade and 'hide' it downstairs to throw away when they want to talk about it leaving the other under the towels in the bathroom. Thank God I thought of that.

I hurried downstairs with the second blade in my pocket and ran to the basement. When I got there, I sat on the sofa that was dressed up as my bed, hid the blade on the underside of my pillow case and played on my phone until Asher called, so I picked up.

"Hey babe!"

"Hey there Mr. Handsome!"

"Don't be cheesy, ugh, you know I can't deal with that!" He chuckled jokingly.

I just giggled down the phone.

"Bee, you're too cute!"

"Don't be cheesy, ugh, you know I can't deal with that!" I mimicked him in a slightly 'manly' voice I put on. We both laughed to this even if it was cute or not.

"Too shay!" He chuckled back. "So, you okay? You seemed, I dunno, a little out of it earlier."

"I'm fine, I was just tired." I wasn't lying, I was tired, just not enough that I was going to do anything about it.

"Oh okay no worries babe! How you doing?" At first he was his normal self but then he changed to a more serious tone.

"Ash, you just asked that." I explained with a half-hearted laugh/ sigh/ release of breath-ness.

"No I mean, with everything going on. How're you doing?"

Asher, not tonight please, not tonight.

"Erm, I dunno, do we have to talk about this?" I explained trying to avoid what he'd asked.

"Bee, when you put it like that, I start to worry! Babe, what's going on?" At first he sighed but then it stopped and he just continued his serious tone.

"Asher, please, can we not do this now?! Look, please, just not today ; not now-" I protested.

"Okay, okay. Sorry I just care about you and you've been through a lot of sh*t you don't deserve and I just want all of this to be fixed and sorted out."

"I know Ash, and I love you too and I'm happy you care but honestly, I'm fine!"

Y'know fine; depressed, afraid, alone, starving, rejected, a burden, anxious, ashamed, x-rated, suicidal at times - fine.

"Okay, let's change the topic! So-" after that we talked for a couple hours just about mindless cr*p mostly until eventually we said goodnight and goodbye and hung up. Yet, as if by coincidence, a knock sounded through the basement.