The Pack

Tara POV

I have been hiding in Andy's bunk since the incident my body in pain and my mind flashing the night around my head. I cried and barely spoke to any of them. My pack had left and all but three had been killed. They said I was a danger and no longer wanted me as their leader. They attacked me in wolf form and I didn't even fight back. Andy and Ashley found me and took me back to the bus. I had tried countless times to kill myself but nothing seemed to work. Andy would always be there or save me in the brink of time... This time they were away and my mind was haunting me. I cried out and grabbed the nearest razor I had hidden in my phone case. I slit my wrists down the vein and held them close to my arms. They'll know why I did this. I'm a useless piece of shit anyways... I dipped my numbing finger in my own blood and wrote I love you Andy on the wall before passing out from blood loss


andy pov)
I felt a sting at my wrists and started running. "Aw fuck fuck fuck!" I yelled running faster to my bus the pain diminishing. "No god dammit don't leave me!" I yelled once I reached Tara. Fuck she was bleeding and pale and fuck! I grabbed the peroxide and ran it along her cuts before wrapping them in my thickest shirts. "Ashley get your ass in that truck and drive before I run to the hospital!" I growled through my mind at him. He was filled with worry and fear and I knew he felt my own. I climbed in the car and told him to push the petal and speed not caring about the many stares we received. "God dammit Tara..." I mumbled a tear falling from my face to hers

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