She played her symphony with a musical twist, her bow was a razor and her violin was her wrist. Her music was beautiful poetry and no one saw the truth, society is to blame for the death of another innocent youth. But before she said her final goodbye this violinist played her final notes into the night, and when the night was up and the concert was done her beautiful soul was put to rest. And there we have the final good bye and the amateur violinist slipped into the night.


6. 5.

"Um, it's it's okay..." I said in a confused voice, "why?"
"Melissa, sometimes when a person really annoys someone and try's to act big in front of there's because they secretly like the person they are doing it to..." He said slowly.
"I'm confused, your gay?"
"Aha no" he laughed, "'i like you, silly" he smiled.
I didn't no how to react, I mean some guy I thought hated me and who basically bullied me for four years just told me he liked me, I mean how do I react to that?

-Liam POV-
She just started at me for a little while, she opened her mouth going to say something but then closed it again, I look at the floor,"you can go now, but you can stay if you want, I'd prefer it..." I smiled up at her.
She was still staring at me, my smile vanished almost immediately.
Until she finished whispered something, "t..thank you Liam, but I can't stay with someone who hurt me as much as you did..I'm sorry,Liam"
My heart dropped. A couple of tears rolled down her face which my broke my heart even more,knowing I couldn't do anything to change her mind. She picked up her bag and left.
I just stared at the open door, watching her walking away was actually painful.
It hurt...just like I hurt her! All of a sudden a shock of anger and rage came over me. I wasn't angry at her though, I was angry with myself, how could I be such a dick?! Even if you don't know what's going on with someone's life you should never make fun of them!
I need to make it even!
I ran into the bed room Melissa was staying in, I saw her blood on the floor from where she cut herself, it was my fault.
I punched the wall creating a hole, grabbed a vase and threw at a wall, causing it to smash and water to go everywhere. I ripped the paintings off the wall and smashed them on the floor. I jumped of the bed landing on all the glass bits which dug into my feet I walked Into the bathroom leaving foot print blood patches on the carpet. I looked in the mirror, my face was red, t-shirt was ripped and I was hurting so bad. But why not add to the pain? I saw Melissa's old blade and picked it up, it had her dried blood on it, this only made me want to do it more. I didn't know how to Do it?
I put it on my wrist and yanked it back causing me to scream, I done it again and again until I started to feel light headed, I remember seeing my blood all over my hands and my head hurting before it hit something hard and it went pitch black...

-Melissa's POV-
I had been walking for about 20 minutes thinking about what Liam had said. I couldn't just leave like that, I mean it has been like 6 years.
I decided to go back, I turned around and started to walk back when it started to rain.Shit my make up, my eyeliner was already starting to run down my face. I started to pick up my pace, running towards Liam's house, my legs were gonna collapse if I didn't stop but I didn't care, I need to get there faster. In a way I was actually really happen Liam said he liked me, I mean of course I liked him but I've never been able to express my feeling by speaking to someone...
Finally I got to his door which was still open, that's weird.
"LIAM, LIAM? ARE YOU HERE?" I shouted.
I went into the kitchen. He wasn't there.
Went into his living room. He wasn't there.
Went into His bedroom. He wasn't there.
Went into the spare room.... It was trashed,smashed glass everywhere, holes in the wall.
"LIAM?" I shouted in a scared voice.
But what really scared me was when I saw blood leading to the bathroom, I slowly walked 'towards the bathroom minding my feet from the broken glass. I opened the door to see Liam there, he looked lifeless. I saw his arm he had about 7 new cuts still bleeding, but they weren't like mine, they were deep , really really deep, which is when I started panicking. I saw his blood over the sink and saw my blade in his other hand.
"No, no,no no" I shouted and started crying more.
I got down on my knees and rolled him over, his eyes were closed.
It didn't look good, my heart was racing. Is he...dead?
He had lost a lot of blood , I could see that.
I put my head to his chest to see if his heart was still beating...
"...Liam?..." I whispered, crying more than ever, "please wake up!"
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