12 | Heartbeat

*Warning - Contains triggering content about self-harm and suicidal ideation*

Phoebe’s POV

“No, no, no, no” My hands clutch my hair painfully, almost pulling them from my head as I absorb the scene in front of me.

Crimson red blood coated the entire floor around her as shreds of broken glass pierced inside her skin. Without paying any heed to the mess, I kneel on the floor beside her and pick up her face from the floor to rest it on my shoulder.

“Ava, no, no, no. Don’t do this to me, no” My teeth start chattering as shivers run down my spine when I feel her cold body against my skin. With shaky hands, I remove the glass shards covering her, some of them prick my fingers and instantly blood starts oozing out of the wounds. But nothing matters.

Nothing matters…

NOTHING