My Neighbors in New York

This is just what we needed. A fresh start, no one knew our names. Our only traces were those YouTube videos from when we were thirteen. We were 21 now. It was our first day in New York when we met them. Who are we... and more importantly, who are they? Find out in thornsonroses’s new Movellas story, My Neighbors In New York.

I somehow messed up the chapters 14 and 15 I'll try to fix them tho


14. The Pills-And-Pains-Story

Carter was going through Marky's stuff to make room for Jason's stuff. Marky was not big on saving things, so she really just put his clothes in a hamper and hauled it to her place. Carter went back to Marky's empty room and curled up in the bed. She could still smell his cologne on the pillow case. Carter sat up against the headboard and dug in her pocket for her Exacto knife. She slid the bracelets off and unwound the gauze. There was blood but it was dried and she wanted some fresh stuff. Jax walked in just as she was about to press the cold blade to her skin. "Carter. Please don't." Carter squinted her eyes shut and made a cut. "Carter, stop!" She made another. "Stop it!" Jax ran over to her and took the knife from her. Tears started to stream down her pale face, smearing her dark makeup. Jax set down the knife on the bedside table and sat down next to Carter on the bed. He took her onto his lap and gave her a small hug. She sniffled, "Why did he do it?" Jax pulled her in closer, her slim figure shivering from the frigid air. He tucked Carter into the bed and went into the bathroom. He returned with a box of bandages. Carter was asleep so he pressed one on her wrist gently.

"ALICE!" Jax sat next to an unconscious Alice on the floor of the girls' bathroom. She had overdosed. He called an ambulance a few minutes ago and was only waiting for it to arrive. He checked her pulse again. Slow, but still there. Two paramedics rushed in and started to lift her onto a stretcher. "Are you her boyfriend?" One asked him. Jax replied, "Yeah." "Alright. Please meet us at the hospital."

"Carter! We have to go!" Jax shook her awake. She groaned, "I don't wanna." Jax huffed in frustration and carried her to his car. She sat up and buckled herself in. "What happened?" Carter yawned. Jax started the car, "Alice tried to commit." "Oh. WAIT WHAT?" "I went into the bathroom and Alice was passed out on the floor. So I called the ambulance and we're meeting them at the hospital." "FUCK!" Carter punched the dash in frustration. "Carter, it's gonna be okay." "HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW?" "Marky overdosed five or six times before he met you." "What?" "He didn't want me to tell you but he's not here right now so I guess it's okay." "Shit." Carter closed her eyes and put in her earbuds.

As a doctor explained to Carter what happened, Jax was talking to the luckily awake Alice. "Alice, baby. Please don't ever do anything like that again. I love you." He took her hand but she pulled away. "Jax, if you love me, why do you hurt me?" "I'm an idiot. I promise I'll stop as soon as we get home." "Whatever." Carter entered the room. "Carter!" Alice called. Carter ran over to her best friend and gave her a tight hug. "Alice, we need help. Do you think Bethany would want to come stay with us for a while?" "Are you fucking kidding me? Bethany would LOVE that." "Sweet. I'll call her once we get home." A nurse walked through the door, "I'm sorry but visiting hours are over. You can pick Alice up to go home tomorrow anytime after 1:30." Carter and Jax gave Alice their final hugs before returning home.


Alice pawed through the medicine cabinet, in search for something deadly. She couldn't take Jax anymore. Marky, one of the nicest people on earth, was dead because of him. She opened the bottle with shaky hands and poured the entire contents into the palm of her right hand. She didn't write a note or anything. They'd know why.

*end of flashback*

Next chapter was cut from the story because of me sobbing uncontrollably every time I read it. :(

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