Cømpletely Different (Johnnie Guilbert)

Our Relationship part-2

*Dylan's POV*

I continue to cut my skin reopening all the scars that are in my skin. I keep thinking of Johnnie but every cut is now all true. Johnnie said it I am a fat ass, stupid bitch, mess up.

I throw the blade on my floor in frustration. It's helping only a little but not enough. I get up and grab it again then I sit back in my spot and I cut my skin deeper this time it runs more blood. I do this multiple times until I feel dizzy. I drop the blade back onto my floor and I get up

I for some reason I look around my room. My sadness is sadness anymore it's more of anger. I look on my desk and there is a small picture frame of me and Johnnie. That shouldn't there

I go and grab it and smash it on the floor. The glass flys all around the room and I take a step back but when I do I step on a piece of glass

"OWW!" I scream

I sit down on my bed. Soon there is a knock at my door "you okay?" Angelina ask

"Yes!" I cry

"open the door!" she yells

"no I can't!" I cry

"why!" she yells

"because" I cry

"is there something going on!?" she ask

"no" I lie

"are you hurt?" she ask

"no" I lie

"why are you crying?" she ask

"please just go away" I say

"no I'm your best friend and I want you to talk to me" she says "please open the door" she says

"no I can't" I say

I literally can't. There's glass everywhere on the floor and there is a cut on the bottom of my foot with makes it harder to walk I would have to hop and I don't want to hop on glass

"I'm gonna get a key" she says

"no please!" I cry

I hear foot steps leave my door. I see the blade on my floor. I reach for it with my foot that isn't cut and I push it under my bed even though she will see the cuts on my arms.

My door opens and Angelina opens the door. She looks at my floor before me.

"ohhh Dylan" she says when she looks at me

"why Is there blood on the floor? Alone with glass, why are you crying and why is there cuts all over your arms?" she ask

"I smashed a picture frame on the floor, I'm crying cause of Johnnie, the blood is from my foot. I stepped on the glass and I fell my arms hitting the glass" I lie at the falling part

"Dylan I don't know how to clean this" she says

"you don't have to" I say

"are you?" she ask

"no" I say

"but your arms and foot there bleeding" she says

"I know just leave me" I say

"Johnnie knows how to help I think" she says

"no do not get him! I don't need him!" I yell "he doesn't even want to look at me" I mumble

"if I ask him nice he enough maybe he will come and help you" she says

"no please! I can do this myself" I say