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Being A Band
Laura's POV
I thought I remembered seeing a razor in here. Ah, there it is. The gleam, so inviting. So I pick it up, letting it softly trail over my skin in all new places, my stomach and my upper thighs, before adding pressure and breaking down. I'm starting to become too numb to notice how deep I'm cutting. But wow, the nothingness is beautiful. So much more soothing then crying.
I lightly trace a pattern across my arm, where most of my old scars are, leaving the tiniest beads of blood as a trail that I can go back and follow. Which I very much so plan on doing.
Between my parents being brought up so much and spilling basically my entire life story to Zack, I'm emotionally gone. I really, truly need this right now. No consequences. Not today.
Suddenly, I hear a sharp gasp behind me. It makes me drop the razor and turn, to find a sympathetic-looking Jack standing there with his mouth hanging open.
Jack's POV
I can hear laughter coming from the bathroom. Figuring that's where Laura must be, I head over and softly push open the door. What I find, I can't even explain how much it hurt.
She's standing there, tracing patterns in her skin, bleeding all over everything. I can't believe we didn't notice the scars earlier, especially considering all Zack just told us.
I gasp, unable to control my emotions. She drops the razor and slowly turns toward me.
"Laura," I choke, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I-I'm sorry." She says.
"I don't want your apologies, hon. I want you to not be in so much pain that you feel like you have to do this. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and then I think we need to have a band meeting. Because that's what being in a band means, that we're here for you."
I take her by the hand and start leading her away from the bathroom, only stopping to pull off my shirt and use it to stop the bleeding coming from her stomach and legs.
Laura's POV
Shit. No one was supposed to see this. From how Jack's talking, Zack must have told them my story. Great, now I can be the pity of the band. I couldn't comprehend why they wanted me, the worthless thing that I am, in the first place. Luckily, I know there's no way they'll keep me around now.
However, I can't take a chance. Not with how they've acted before. We're passing lots of doors on our way back to the room we were in before, so all I have to do is pull away from Jack and run. It shouldn't be that hard. I've done it before, haven't I?
When I felt like the time was right for it, I flung open a door and pulled away from Jack's grasp, praying for my legs to carry me far away. I ran for about 20 yards when I felt the ground disappear from underneath my feet.
Someone held me in their arms, bridal style.
"I don't think so," he almost whispered, "we all love you too much for you to leave now."
Jack carried me to the bus, and with him humming, I slipped off to sleep.
A/N:
So, what do you guys think? What can I improve on? I'd love your feedback. Hope you're enjoying, and thanks for reading!
I thought I remembered seeing a razor in here. Ah, there it is. The gleam, so inviting. So I pick it up, letting it softly trail over my skin in all new places, my stomach and my upper thighs, before adding pressure and breaking down. I'm starting to become too numb to notice how deep I'm cutting. But wow, the nothingness is beautiful. So much more soothing then crying.
I lightly trace a pattern across my arm, where most of my old scars are, leaving the tiniest beads of blood as a trail that I can go back and follow. Which I very much so plan on doing.
Between my parents being brought up so much and spilling basically my entire life story to Zack, I'm emotionally gone. I really, truly need this right now. No consequences. Not today.
Suddenly, I hear a sharp gasp behind me. It makes me drop the razor and turn, to find a sympathetic-looking Jack standing there with his mouth hanging open.
Jack's POV
I can hear laughter coming from the bathroom. Figuring that's where Laura must be, I head over and softly push open the door. What I find, I can't even explain how much it hurt.
She's standing there, tracing patterns in her skin, bleeding all over everything. I can't believe we didn't notice the scars earlier, especially considering all Zack just told us.
I gasp, unable to control my emotions. She drops the razor and slowly turns toward me.
"Laura," I choke, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I-I'm sorry." She says.
"I don't want your apologies, hon. I want you to not be in so much pain that you feel like you have to do this. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and then I think we need to have a band meeting. Because that's what being in a band means, that we're here for you."
I take her by the hand and start leading her away from the bathroom, only stopping to pull off my shirt and use it to stop the bleeding coming from her stomach and legs.
Laura's POV
Shit. No one was supposed to see this. From how Jack's talking, Zack must have told them my story. Great, now I can be the pity of the band. I couldn't comprehend why they wanted me, the worthless thing that I am, in the first place. Luckily, I know there's no way they'll keep me around now.
However, I can't take a chance. Not with how they've acted before. We're passing lots of doors on our way back to the room we were in before, so all I have to do is pull away from Jack and run. It shouldn't be that hard. I've done it before, haven't I?
When I felt like the time was right for it, I flung open a door and pulled away from Jack's grasp, praying for my legs to carry me far away. I ran for about 20 yards when I felt the ground disappear from underneath my feet.
Someone held me in their arms, bridal style.
"I don't think so," he almost whispered, "we all love you too much for you to leave now."
Jack carried me to the bus, and with him humming, I slipped off to sleep.
A/N:
So, what do you guys think? What can I improve on? I'd love your feedback. Hope you're enjoying, and thanks for reading!
<3 Oh my gosh. This made my day. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!!!!!!!!!!
12/30/12