If This Was a Movie, I'd be Dead by Now

I ran to my bathroom which was connected to my bedroom. I grabbed my box of blades and sat on the bathroom floor. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled up my shirt. I picked out my favorite blade from the box then drew it across my wrist. It stung but I loved the pain, I also loved the blood. I drew the blade across my wrist until I couldn't hold the blade anymore then I switched arms. I continued until I dropped the blade.
I looked at the time, it was six o'clock already. Whatever, fuck it. I picked the blade up again and drew it across my stomach until I heard a knock on my door. I was lying in a puddle of blood. Whatever the door's locked.
"Celosia" a voice called, great it was Vic "Celosia, I know you're in there now open the door."
I ignored him. My vision was starting to get a little blurry. I opened my cabinet under the sink. I found a bottle of bleach. This was perfect, now I can die. Finally.
I opened the bottle to drink it and I heard my door break open, shit. I quickly put the bottle to my lips and drank a gulp of it. It better be enough to kill me. I soon felt a pair of arms wrap around me. Everything was starting to sound distant. A burning feeling was filling my body.
I looked up and saw a blurry Vic
"Stay with me Celosia, you can't leave me, ok?" it sounded as if he was whispering "Dravin!"
And that was the last thing I remember before everything went black.

Notes

Sorry the chapter is so short