The Broken One

**Trigger Warning**

When I get home Andy isn’t there yet, he had told me earlier this morning that he might be a little late. I was thankful for that now.
I unlock the door and scramble inside, trying not to trip over something with my vision completely blurred from my tears. I run to the bathroom and sink to the floor beside the bathtub. The tile is cold against my legs as I digs through my backpack, searching for the one razor that I hadn’t given to Andy.
I find it and pull it out of the pocket. I jerk my sleeve up with trembling fingers and drag the razor vertically up both my arms. The skin burns and then starts bleeding, bleeding faster than I’ve ever seen a cut of mine bleed. I hang my arms over the side of the bathtub, watching as tiny rivers of crimson liquid roll down the side and down the drain.
My tears have stopped and are now dried on my cheeks. I feel light, floaty, my sadness is gone and has been replaced with a unsettling calmness. Just as I begin to feel dizzy, I hear a car door close outside. I'm too out of it too realize its Andy. Just as I hear the front door open and Andy call my name, my eyes finally close, times seems to slow down completely, seconds moving at a crawl.
My eyes shut and the last thing I remember is thinking that I’ll finally be with my parents again.

***Andy's P.O.V***
I walk into the house and throw my keys down on the table.
“Cynthia? You home?”
I call out, waiting for a response and getting none. I start to walk to the stairs, thinking she's probably in her room. Just as I'm about to go up them I notice the bathroom light shining from around the corner. By now I'm confused, wouldn’t she have heard me if she were in the bathroom? And wouldn’t the door be closed?
I walk towards the bathroom and look in. The sight I see in front of me is one that I never expected. I see Cynthia slouched against the bathtub, her arms dripping blood.
“Oh my god”
I mutter, running towards her and starting to panic.
“Cynthia, Cynthia wake up hun, god, please open your eyes”
I say, kneeling down beside her and taking her into my arms. She limply falls against my chest as I pull my phone from my pocket and start dialing 9-1-1.
After I hang up the phone I begin to hear faint sirens off in the distance. They better get here soon.
I keep talking to Cynthia, not knowing if she can hear me or not, not knowing if she will ever wake up…
I feel tears prick my eyes, I can’t let this girl die, I can’t.
I jump when I feel her make the slightest move.
“Cynthia? Cynthia can you hear me? You’re going to be all right, I promise you'll be ok, we’ll get you help”
I babble to her. I hear her start to whisper something and lean my ear down so I can understand her.
“But I don’t want to be ok”
She says, shutting her eyes again.
I hold her tighter, hoping with all my heart that the ambulance will make it here in time.

Notes

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Sorry this chapter is kind of short.

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