It's been a few weeks and I haven't seen much of Mike. I've been spending my time with Vic, Jaime and Tony. Vic and I have been fucking since that night of the party. That's all it is. Fucking. We both agreed that we didn't want a relationship right now and we are actually just fine with the way things are. The guys know that we are sleeping together, but we don't kiss or anything in front of them, so they don't care. They just want us to be happy. Hard thing is though, I'm not happy. I cry myself to sleep each night. I don't cut myself anymore because Vic will see and that won't be good. I know it breaks his heart when he sees my scars. I fucking miss Mike and I know he misses me too because when I leave my door open and he thinks that I'm asleep, he just stands in the doorway and stares at me. Then he sighs and goes back to his room.

Right now I'm sitting on the couch with Vic on my left side, Tony on my right side and Jaime on my lap. We are watching Toy Story. I keep zoning out and thinking of Mike whenever the movie talks about friendship. I miss my best friend. I felt Tony nudging me and I looked over to him. "Darling, don't think about him. Just for right now, don't think." I smiled at him and laid my head on his shoulder. The movie was almost over when I heard Mike's door open. I turned my head to look behind the couch and into the kitchen where he was going to the fridge. Tony just looked at me and reached out and squeezed my hand. I stood up, making Jaime scream like a girl and fall off of me and we all started laughing at his reaction. I walked into the kitchen and went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. Mike was sitting at the island watching me. I took a drink of water and then looked at him. I couldn't tell what his expression was. His face said hatred but his eyes said sadness. "Hi." I whispered at him. He just kept on staring at me. I just shook my head and started to walk back to the living room where the movie credits were rolling and the guys were watching us. "I can't believe that you're fucking my brother." Mike spat at me. I turned around on my heel and looked at him in disbelief. "Oh my god! He talks!" I mocked him and rolled my eyes. "You know you don't have to be a bitch to me." He told me. "Wow, ok. Fuck you too, Fuentes." "Hey guys, cut it out." I heard Jaime come up to us. Mike turned to Jaime. "I can't believe that you're friends with such a slut. Oh wait, I get it, she sleeps with all of you guys so that you will stay friends with her." "Ok, that's it. I'm tired of you treating me like shit and thinking that it's ok, Mike. You NEED to get help!" I said through angry tears. "And don't you ever fucking call me a slut EVER again." I added going into my bedroom. I slammed the bedroom door and locked it and I soon heard Mike's door slam too. I started screaming and kicking holes into my door. I then went over to the walls and started to punch holes into them. My knuckes were getting bloody but I didn't care. "Fuck!" I screamed when I felt my hand break. "Fuck you!" I started to scream and I threw my lamp across my room, making it shatter into a million pieces. I heard the guys banging on my bedroom door to let them in. I walked over to the broken lamp and grabbed the biggest piece. I looked down at my wrist and luckily there weren't any tattoos on both my wrists. I took the glass and slit both wrists and threw the bloody glass onto the floor. I walked into my bathroom with blood trailing behind me and I felt numb. I grabbed my bottle of antidepresents and tried to open the bottle because it was slippery from blood. I finally opened it and spilled the contents into my hands. There were about 20 so I grabbed some water and took all of them. I fell to the ground into a ball and felt darkness consume me. They last thing I heard was Mike screaming my name.