My little black book.

Vic's POV
where am I? Gah I still remember last night. That Trevor kid. He's such an ass.
~last night~
I'm not completely shitfaced. I think I should make my way back to Sammy's house.
"hey Fuentes."
"what do you want Trevor?" He grabbed my shirt.
"you and Oli stay away from my girl. Got it? You don't deserve friends. You know she hates you. It's just an act. You need to just go home, slit your wrists, and die."
he put me down and left. Did they hate me? I ran to her house. Everyone was asleep. Thankfully. I locked the bathroom door.
" where's her razors? I know she didn't get rid of them."
I found that one piece of metal. Oh how I loved it. I placed it to my skin. I slid I'd across. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. I kept going until my whole wrist was one bloody mess. I went to the other. I started to get woozy. I threw the metal one the floor, and started making my way downstairs.

~present time~


Why is there so much yelling. Who is yelling exactly. Wait.. Accent- not a guy- Sammy? She owes my her life? Wow I know she doesn't hate me know, but where am I? Why can't I move? I tried to move my hand. Success! I know Sammy was holding is by now.
"Vic, get some sleep. I need to check on Alan." I love you." I felt a kiss planted on my forehead. I know that wasn't fake. She's like family. I should have never let Trevor's words get to me like that.

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