She's Over There

Find out what will happen to suicidal Scarlet, and her only friend Kellin. Suicidal, friend Kellin. After tragedies strike so does fate, with her new found acquaintances, the band 5 Seconds Of Summer.

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13. 12.

Chapter 12...

 

"I'll be back in a bit." I told them as we were on the highway.

"Okay." Michael answered for everyone.

I walked to the area where the bunks are. I walked over to my bunk, which was the top on the right side. I reached to the top and trued to grab my bags but I couldn't reach. I tried on my tippy toes and everything, I simply wasn't tall enough. I hopped onto one of the diagonally across from mine and tried to get onto the bed. I couldn't even do that.

"Shit." I mumbled.

I need help. I hate asking people for help but sometimes I have to. I decided I would ask Luke to help me because he was the tallest and would be able to reach my bunk with ease.

"Luke?! Can you come here?" I yelled.

"Yeah." He yelled back.

I heard footsteps coming my way. I saw the door to the bunks open and Luke step inside.

"Promise you won't laugh?" I ask him.

"Uh... Sure?"

"I need help. I cant reach the top of my bunk, I can't even get up there. Can you get my bags from up there please?" I ask.

He giggles.

"Hey! You said you wouldn't laugh!" I pout, I lightly hit his muscular shoulder.

He laughs then steps forward and steps up to my bunk. He pulled each bag down without having to stretch or anything. Luke turned back around and pulled his lip ring between his teeth. He looked at the ground then back up at me.

"Do you want some help getting into your bunk?" He asks shyly.

I look at my hands. "Yes please." I say quietly.

I keep my eyes on my hands and all of a sudden Luke's arms are around me pulling me up into his arms. The feeling was electric.

I let out a small groan because of the pain, I was being folded into my bruises.

"What? Are you okay?" He asks as he set me on my bunk.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine." I lie. "Thank you." I look up at him.

I take in his beauty. His perfect hair and ocean like eyes. The black metal that was punctured perfectly through his lip.

"Yeah. No problem... Does your face hurt?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah. What happened hurts most." I say the last part under my breath.

"Do you want something for it?"

"No thanks. I'm okay. I think I'm just going to sleep." I tell him.

"Alright. We will wake you up when we get there then. Have a good sleep." He smiles at me before leaving.

As he was walking away I could see a bit of a tattoo, it made me wonder what it was.

I set up my bed, then pull my privacy curtain over. I get comfortable then reach inside of my pillow. I find what I'm looking for and am relieved.

My blades.

 

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I look down at my arm, feeling as if I would pass out any second. I felt light headed and nauseous. A feeling I get a lot. I look at all of the wounds, there were so many that I had done to myself, so deep too. But somehow I felt as if I deserved it. I must have done something to deserve this life.

I feel everything slipping through my fingertips, everything fades to black.

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