Ivory Blood Drops

*Mikey POV*
Everyone came rushing in after the door slammed. What had I done? She knew. All this time. And she still didn't leave me? Still loved me? "What. The Everliving. FUCK HAPPENED TO IRIS!?!?!" Both Frank and Bob, along with Ray screeched in union while Gee stared daggers into my head and I just stared at the door and thought of the girl who'd just ran through them. "I screwed up. Big time." Was all I responded, and Gee explained the rest. Then Bob tried - and succeeded - to punch me in the face and I just let hit go at me until Ray and Frank pulled him off whispering harshly "Come on. We need to find her. Fast. Before she does something extremely stupid and we all lose her forever." They all ran out the door and I let them. Funny how things can change in a day, or minute, or, hell, even a second.

*Iris POV*
No one loves me, wants me, likes me. Mikey made that clear when he showed me I wasn't good enough for him. Time I end it all, I guess. I was riding on my skate board to my special place I've had since I was eight - A little abandoned cottage I found deep in the woods running from my father. I rode to the fork in the road, and followed the neon yellow arrows I had drawn myself with the paint I had found in the cottage to make sure I'd never forget where it was. I picked up my skate board and walked to it knowing everything I needed was there from where I left it when I was 11 and wanted to die due to Mikey's girlfr- Nope. Not thinking about him. It'll just make it worse. I made it to the college and put the key in the lock I'd bought for the door than re-locked it and went inside. I didn't want anyone to find me. I'd die here, rot away, and my brother and friends would just think I'd gone missing. It was a perfect plan, one I intended to stick to. I walked over to the kitchen, and grabbed the knives I had saved for this special occasion from the drawer. I'd cut first my arms, then legs, than stomach and if I wasn't dead by then it was my throat. There was a little bed in the cottage that was in the only separate room of the house and I went and lay on it. It still had the unicorn sheets that my brother had bought for me when I was ten, and it brought back old memories that made me want to die faster. I started to cut my wrists, than forearms, until there wasn't an inch of skin left on my arms all the way up to my armpits, but I hadn't hit a vein. I started to slit my legs but there was a banging on the door. What the hell was that? That question was soon answered when I heard the door fall down and people yelling my name. Crap! They'd find me for sure, and being me back to that mental hospital, the terrible, wretched place. No! NO! I tried to slit my neck, but a hand grabbed my arm could make the motion and I heard a spew of curses that I knew were Frank's. "How did you find me?" I asked him, getting sleepier by the second. "I followed you out here once Sally, now it's time to get you out of here." "No! I don't want to go back to that place! I won't see HIM again! I want to die!" I screamed as he picked me up and carried me out bridal style. "Shhhhh Sally, the guys don't know yet. We split up to find you and if you let me bring you home and bandage you up, I can come back, grab your stuff and you can live with me, and Gee who's moving in a few days which was a secret but you needed to know. I also won't say anything about this and you don't have to go to that place again okay? You'll be okay" He soothed me, and I fianally calmed down and got some much needed sleep.

Notes

IS SHE ALIVE? IS SHE DEAD? Who knows! Sorry guys I thought I'd break my fanfic hiatus and start writing/reading again and I'm so sorry Y'all had to wait! Chow! - queen-of-broken-hearts