Skinny is Pretty I Am Pretty, Right?

"Hello?" His voice sounded groggy and irritated
"Gee." I breathed out a sigh of relief my head getting foggy. "Gee I need your help please come get me."
"yeah... I'm on my way." He hung up.
I sat there on the toilet clutching my wrist. My house was empty. There was blood everywhere. I'm in a tank top and my underwear and I'm soaked up in my blood. It's pooling around me. My head is foggy. Why did I do this? What am I doing? Where am I? I look around feeling helpless alone. This is not a magical situation. He's not going to burst through my door in seconds I'm stuck here losing consciousness afraid. I'm alone. I'm scared I'm terrified. I've not eaten yet today, I'm too fat to eat. There's a knock at the front door. I can't answer I can't get up I've fallen on the floor. I'm laying on my side helpless. The door opens, he remembered the spare key. Thank god for spare keys.
"hello?" He calls out but I can't answer, too weak, not motivated. My vision is hazy I'm tired. I can't breathe. The doors downstairs are opening and closing getting louder and more frantic as the time accelerates. The hurried footsteps up the stairs tell me he's getting worried. The doors slowly open and shut I think I hear my name. Eventually he opens the bathroom door recoiling at the copper smell. He whispers my name comin towards me.
"stay with me..." He whispers going into the cabinet grabbing the gauze wrapping me up trying to stop the blood I look at him his eyes were better galaxies than Alex's his were more refined. His wouldn't leave me alone on these nights. I loved him.

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