(EE, more drama in this chapter!)
~next morning. Brianna's pov~
I woke up with Jaime when my phone rang in my pajama pants. I pulled it out and saw my mom texted me a link to instagram and a message saying, don't come home.
I opened the link and saw a picture of Jaime and I sleeping together. I scoffed and texted her back, seriously? I didn't do anything, there's just no other bunks.
I sighed which must have woken Jaime, "what's wrong?"
"Just my mom. She saw some picture of us sleeping and jumped to conclusions," I explained. He took my phone and I heard him mumble a string of curses. "It's fine. I don't care," I reassured him, "we weren't really close."
He sighed and I shrugged while he hugged me. I smiled at him, got up and went to the kitchen, making breakfast. I swear these boys wouldn't wake up during a world disaster but they would if there was food anywhere within 10 miles. They piled in as I served the food. I sat down and just picked again. No one noticed since they were so involved in food. At least I was still clean even though it was only the second day. I knew that soon enough I would want to go back to it. I was still a messed up teen with too many problems to count.
"Whats wrong?" Jaime's voice jerked me out of my trance, making me jump.
"Oh, just thinking..." I shook my head and picked up another piece of pancake.
"You okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
Everyone got back to eating and then the guys got ready for their next performance and left. I decided I would clean a little while they performed. It was the last show until they went back to Cali so the bus needed to be cleaned out. Hopefully I wouldn't find any triggers since knives had been since 8th grade. As I was cleaning my phone vibrated and I saw a notification for instagram. The same picture my mom used was uploaded and it said, wonder why she wasn't at the concert today. maybe she's knocked up.
I sighed, frustrated, but didn't really care. It was one jealous fan. I kept cleaning until suddenly my phone started blowing up...with hate. Every little thing I had ever done was twisted into something bad and it was mainly that I was pregnant. I was starting to get shaky and upset and it was even worse when my mom texted me, so I guess I was right.
I threw my phone across the RV and it hit the back wall, shattering but no one was inside with me. I could still hear the notifications going off and I was at my breaking point. I was cleaning the kitchen at the moment and my shaking hands were going through draws at random. I found a knife that tempted me and pulled it out of the cabinet, it was 2:57pm and I wasn't sure when they were getting back.
I stared at the knife, did I really want to do this over those comments? But it was more than the comments. It was also every little other thing that had happened since I was 5. I never thought I would become one of the depressed kids you see on the news, but here I was clutching a knife.
I lifted up my right sleeve, the only arm I had ever cut on and pressed down with the blade, really deep. Knives were easier than razors, they were sharper. The deep line filled with blood and started to drip over and I made two more, identical cuts up my arm. I held the counter as the room started to spin, my head ached and was sensitive to light and sound as I heard the door open, "Hey!" I heard.
"Bri?" I looked through blurry vision and saw one of the guys, but I couldn't distinguish who, "Bri, what did you do?!" Know I could tell it was Jaime.
I went towards him, but dropped to the floor as soon as I let go of the counter. I heard footsteps and yelling but then blacked out.