Gerard's P.O.V

"Vanya?" I call out. I have been searching everywhere for her but she's nowhere to be found. Someone taps my shoulder and I turn around hopefully, only to see Charlotte.
"Gerard, Vanaya has been sitting outside on the curb crying her eyes out for half and hour now."
"What?! Why?!"
"I heard that Holly kicked her off the cheering squad because she saw you guys together."
I thank Charlotte and race outside seeing that Charlottes claims were true. Vanya was sitting alone silently crying and it broke my heart.
"Vanya." I say softly.
She shakes her head slowly. I take a seat beside her on the cold curb. I suddenly realize that she is shaking. I begin to put my arm around her but she pushes me away.
"Vanya, I'm sor-"
"Be quiet!" She snaps and I flinch. "This is all your fault! Just leave me alone, okay?! I don't want you to talk to you ever again!" She shouts before running back inside of the house.
I sit alone in the dark on the cold curb with thoughts running wildly through my head. Before I even I knew what I was doing I was in my car and driving home as fast as I could. I ran inside and into the basement, locking myself in my room. I start digging through my drawers searching for something I haven't used since I left my old school and moved here. Once I finally find what I was looking for I pull it out of the draw. My old razor. I press the cold blade to my wrist. Slowly I drag it across, brining blood to the surface. A small pain stabs through me. Vanya. Vanya. Vanya. Vanya. Her name runs through my mind. I cut for each letter in her name. I cut for everything I've caused, for all the pain. The cuts get deeper and longer and blood is pooling onto my carpet. The stains are never going to come off, but neither are the scars. One more cut. One more will fix it all...