What if i cant forget you?

*Vics POV*
Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fucking fuck!
"I have to, babe." I sighed.She looked down at her hands and shook her head.
"Go home and pack up your shit. I want you to not be there when i get home."she responded, her voice shaky.
"Dani-"
"No Vic, I'm not getting close to you so you can go on tour and cheat on me!I don't want to hurt anymore, Victor." she interrupted
"I'm not going to hurt you! Its only for a few weeks!" I shouted
"Stop shouting at me!We aren't arguing now. " she cried.
"Right, well, I'll see you at home, and we can argue then." I said, nearly shouting again.I stormed out of the room, leaving Dani calling after me.

What was i supposed to do? Stay at home and earn no money?I had a job and i had to do it.

I got home and plonked myself on the sofa.How have i messed up, again? I fell asleep for an hour, waking up when Dani bustled through the door, carrying six shopping bags."I thought i told you to leave." she glared at me.
"I thought I said we'd argue later."
"You want to argue?" she asked, "Lets argue."
"I have to go, baby." She screwed up her face and collapsed onto me crying.
"I know, i'm just going to miss you so much." She mumbled whilst crying into my shirt.She tugged her sleeves.
She'd been cutting again.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled down her sleeve, revealing fresh cuts. I sighed shakily, holding back tears. "I'm sorry, Vic" she whispered, her eyes wide. I moved her off of my knee and put my head in my hands.
" It's my fault. I could have stopped you." I mumbled with my hands over my eyes, soaking up my tears.I stood up and walked into the kitchen rubbing my eyes, trying not to break down. I hated seeing cuts, they reminded me of cutting, which i wanted to do so badly. I'd been feeling sad lately and this didn't help me at all. I hated seeing her sad. I got a glass of water and tried to calm down.

I slid down the kitchen wall. What did I do wrong? "It's all my fault." I whispered whilst crying. "ITS ALL MY FAULT!" I screamed, throwing the glass at the wall. I heard Dani crying. I pulled up my sleeve and ran my fingers over the white bumpy lines. I held my wrist tightly, digging my fingernails in and sliding them down my wrist. I did it a dozen times before i noticed the blood.
I didn't mean to.
I promised i'd stop.
I promised.

Notes

Short chapter but lots of updates tonight!
I havent scratched in ages, but i started bruising myself, which is probably worse.
Whats even the point? Not even my parents trust me anymore. Ive fucked up badly.
I feel like i want to scream all the time and i cant cope. I don't want to wake up anymore, i just want to sleep. Everythings better when i don't have to feel sad.
I just want to let everyone know that i'm here for you. Everything will get better and i know that sometimes you dont wanna be alive but its okay. Itll get better.