Teacher Gerard

---back in Ophelia's POV---

I can't breathe. After seeing my art teacher walk in on Mikey and I there is no way we could continue. I'm having an extremely bad anxiety attack, I'm craving my razor. I need it. I run into the bathroom and shut the door. I know there has to be a razor somewhere...I start opening all the drawers and come to a small box. Carefully I open the box and am surprised to see it full of razors. Must be Mikey's, I thought to myself. Picking my razor of choice, I ran it down my arm. Once, twice, three times. Over and over. Blood was running down my arm in a fast pace. It wasn't enough, I did the same thing to my other arm and thighs. I began to get dizzy and everything faded...

----Gerard's POV----

I was so pissed at my brother. He can't just fuck a girl he just met! I did on the other hand, feel bad for walking in on Ophelia while she wasn't dressed. I had to tell how I was sorry and I didn't mean to. Quietly, I walked over to Mikey's room and knocked on the door before opening it. She wasn't there. Mikey had told me he was going out to get something and that she was going to stay in his room and watch tv until he got back.

"Ophelia?" I called her name but didn't hear a response.

I walked down the hallway and nearly fainted. There was blood running onto the carpet from the bathroom. Fresh blood. I opened the door quickly and lost it completely. Ophelia was passed out in her own blood. Thinking quickly, I called 911 and tried to put pressure onto her cuts to stop the bleeding. Tears were streaming down my face as I told her not to go. I couldn't loose her.

Notes

Sad chapter sorry if it's triggering