/ SCARLETT /
lyric-
so what if i don't talk?
so what if i act tough?
have you honestly never thought
that these cuts say enough?
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I set the bottle of Melatonin on the counter and picked up my phone. I'd decided against taking such a risk. I'd made quite a few deep cuts in my forearms, but those were just to ensure that I would be taken to long term.
I turned read recipients on on my phone and texted Sam, "I'm sorry." Leaving my phone unlocked, I set it down in the floor and swallowed a handful of pills. I lay down in the floor and started crying. I was going through so much trouble in the hopes that he could make me happy. What if he wasn't the one? I'd known him for what, three days? I was starting to think that this was all insane...
No. I shook my head. I needed to go through with this. I wasn't sure why... I mean, long term would probably be good for me anyways. I didn't get any better in short term. I'd honestly gotten worse. So whether or not things worked out with Vic, I'd still have a reason to be there.
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FanfictionORIGINALLY (Vic's age is obviously gonna be different lol) "I had more than one motive when I pulled that stunt," I whispered. "And you were one of them."
