It's gonna be okay.
Under The Sunset We Started To Drink...
Siren's POV
"Siren, put that down." Tony said sternly as I lifted the bottle of whiskey to my lips. I frowned and put the bottle back on the table. "You're mean." I pouted, poking his shoulder. "I'm not mean, I'm just considerate. I don't want you to have you stomach pumped again." He explained, poking my stomach. I jerked back and cried out in pain.
"Are you okay?" Tony panicked as he stood up from the bar stool and wrapped his arm around my waist, making me whimper in pain yet again. "It's okay, come on." He said softly as he pulled me to my feet and led me up the stairs and into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him while I sat on the edge of the bath tub. "What happened to your stomach?"
I looked down at my hands. The last thing I want to do is trouble him more. "Nothing. My stomach just hurts." I lied. "Siren, how many times have we been through this?" Tony argued, kneeling down infront of me. "I don't want to be a burden..." I admitted.
"Siren, I've known you for so many years now. I never thought that you would be a burden, ever. You're just broken, and I'm trying to fix you." He brushed some hair out of my eyes as I looked into his deep brown ones. "Tony..." I mumbled as tears began to form in my eyes. "Help me.... please." I begged, sobbing into his chest. "I'm so weak. I'm a horrible person. I want to die."
-Tony's POV
"I'm so weak. I'm a horrible person. I want to die."
My heart broke into a million pieces when she said those words. It's always been one of us trying to help out the other, and now I can see that we both have no more hope left. The only thing I ever wanted was to tell Siren that everything was going to get better. And I did, I still do! But it never does.
Siren is strong. Everytime she smiles you can always see the sadness, the tiredness in her eyes. It's horrible. It's painful to see her like that, everyday of your life. She doesn't know how much she means to me. She has no idea that I'd have nothing left if she took her own life. I'm in love with her.
Infact, I love her so much that I've had urges to hurt myself, just to feel the same pain that she does. I just wish that one day I could tell her how I feel about her, show her how much I need her here with me. But I'm scared that when I do, it'll be too late.
I unlocked the door to the bathroom and carried Siren down the stairs and into the car. I buckled the seatbelt and got behind the wheel. The drive home only took a few minutes but it felt like hours. Siren was curled up in the seat, her head in her hands, silently crying. As far as I knew, Charlotte was still at the party.
I took siren into her room and sat her on the bed. I lifted her chin so she would look up at me and dried her tears. "It's okay.... it's gonna be okay." I told her while she took deep breaths. Siren nodded and smiled weakly, but the smile only made more tears fall. "Please don't cry." I pleaded. Siren just nodded and stood up, walking over to the mirror. Shakily she began to fumblr with the zip on the dress. After about two minutes of tyring to unzip it, she gave up and sighed, turning towards me with pleading eyes.
I smiled softly and walked up behind her. I unzipped the dress with one hand and held her waist gently with the other. "Thanks..... can I, erh, borrow your hoodie?" She asked, turning around. I nodded and took it off, passing it to her as I went to sit back down. Siren turned away from the mirror and took the dress off and pulled the hoodie over her head.
She then turned around and walked over to me. She lifted the hoodie up to her bra, exposing her stomach. My eyes widened a little as I looked at her stomach, then up at her. Her entire waist, her stomach and her hips, were covered in deep cuts. Some still had dried blood around them, meaning she'd done this recently or did it again. It looked painful. Really painful. "Siren..."
At this point I didn't care what she thought, but I pulled her closer to me and leaned in, pressing my lips to her stomach. I feathered tiny kisses all over her stomach, not missing a spot. Slowly, I moved to her thighs, then to her wrists. I stood up and pulled her sleeves back down, and rolled the hoodie back down.
"Siren....." I stopped for a minute. What the heck was I doing? I was only messing her up more!
"I love you."
"Siren, put that down." Tony said sternly as I lifted the bottle of whiskey to my lips. I frowned and put the bottle back on the table. "You're mean." I pouted, poking his shoulder. "I'm not mean, I'm just considerate. I don't want you to have you stomach pumped again." He explained, poking my stomach. I jerked back and cried out in pain.
"Are you okay?" Tony panicked as he stood up from the bar stool and wrapped his arm around my waist, making me whimper in pain yet again. "It's okay, come on." He said softly as he pulled me to my feet and led me up the stairs and into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him while I sat on the edge of the bath tub. "What happened to your stomach?"
I looked down at my hands. The last thing I want to do is trouble him more. "Nothing. My stomach just hurts." I lied. "Siren, how many times have we been through this?" Tony argued, kneeling down infront of me. "I don't want to be a burden..." I admitted.
"Siren, I've known you for so many years now. I never thought that you would be a burden, ever. You're just broken, and I'm trying to fix you." He brushed some hair out of my eyes as I looked into his deep brown ones. "Tony..." I mumbled as tears began to form in my eyes. "Help me.... please." I begged, sobbing into his chest. "I'm so weak. I'm a horrible person. I want to die."
-Tony's POV
"I'm so weak. I'm a horrible person. I want to die."
My heart broke into a million pieces when she said those words. It's always been one of us trying to help out the other, and now I can see that we both have no more hope left. The only thing I ever wanted was to tell Siren that everything was going to get better. And I did, I still do! But it never does.
Siren is strong. Everytime she smiles you can always see the sadness, the tiredness in her eyes. It's horrible. It's painful to see her like that, everyday of your life. She doesn't know how much she means to me. She has no idea that I'd have nothing left if she took her own life. I'm in love with her.
Infact, I love her so much that I've had urges to hurt myself, just to feel the same pain that she does. I just wish that one day I could tell her how I feel about her, show her how much I need her here with me. But I'm scared that when I do, it'll be too late.
I unlocked the door to the bathroom and carried Siren down the stairs and into the car. I buckled the seatbelt and got behind the wheel. The drive home only took a few minutes but it felt like hours. Siren was curled up in the seat, her head in her hands, silently crying. As far as I knew, Charlotte was still at the party.
I took siren into her room and sat her on the bed. I lifted her chin so she would look up at me and dried her tears. "It's okay.... it's gonna be okay." I told her while she took deep breaths. Siren nodded and smiled weakly, but the smile only made more tears fall. "Please don't cry." I pleaded. Siren just nodded and stood up, walking over to the mirror. Shakily she began to fumblr with the zip on the dress. After about two minutes of tyring to unzip it, she gave up and sighed, turning towards me with pleading eyes.
I smiled softly and walked up behind her. I unzipped the dress with one hand and held her waist gently with the other. "Thanks..... can I, erh, borrow your hoodie?" She asked, turning around. I nodded and took it off, passing it to her as I went to sit back down. Siren turned away from the mirror and took the dress off and pulled the hoodie over her head.
She then turned around and walked over to me. She lifted the hoodie up to her bra, exposing her stomach. My eyes widened a little as I looked at her stomach, then up at her. Her entire waist, her stomach and her hips, were covered in deep cuts. Some still had dried blood around them, meaning she'd done this recently or did it again. It looked painful. Really painful. "Siren..."
At this point I didn't care what she thought, but I pulled her closer to me and leaned in, pressing my lips to her stomach. I feathered tiny kisses all over her stomach, not missing a spot. Slowly, I moved to her thighs, then to her wrists. I stood up and pulled her sleeves back down, and rolled the hoodie back down.
"Siren....." I stopped for a minute. What the heck was I doing? I was only messing her up more!
"I love you."
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12/29/13