!!! POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING !!!

*Michael's POV*
I was trying to find a way into her room. The screaming stopped, and she was just quiet. Louis was at least an hour away. And he told us to get inside that room, no matter what. I tried to question why, but he just told me to do it. I heard the glass on the floor move around.
"Noel? What are you doing? Open the door!" I yelled banging my fist on the door repeatedly. I heard a sharp intake of breath from the other side of the door.
"Are you okay? Noel! Open the door!" I yelled. "Help me find a way in!" I yelled to the guys, they were going around the house looking for a key.
"Noel! We're sorry! We found a movie you might like! Open the door and we can watch it! We'll let you have the good pillow!" Ashton yelled through the door.
"Guys go look in the garage for something that can open the fucking door! I'll stay here and talk to her." I said. They all nodded and headed down the stairs. "Noel! Come on. Please Open the door! You're scaring me!" I called through the door. I put my ear up to the door and heard a thud. "NOEL!" I yelled while slamming my shoulder into the door. I did it again, and again, I slammed myself into the door using all my weight. The door finally gave away, and what I saw instantly made me stop in my tracks.

*Noel's POV*
I looked at the glass shard in my hand... I remembered the relief. The relief, I would feel when something sharp would slice across my skin. For once, once in my life, I had control over the pain I felt. And dammit... it felt good. The sadness would fade, i couldn't feel pain, everything would numb. I used to do it so much, I wouldn't feel a thing. I started to grow Numb. I still am.
I thought about the last time blood dripped from my wrists, the sink of bloody water. I had the image of Charlie in my mind... but not the happy, smiling, perfect Charlie. The one I found, the one I found in his room on our shared birthday.
I remember being so happy. I was walking up the stairs to his room with his birthday present. I got him a camera he had been wanting. I saved up all year to get it for him. I remember opening his door and seeing him, seeing my best friend, my rock, my soul mate, with a bullet in his head and blood, so much blood. I remember how loud I screamed. How I dropped to my knees and cradled his cold, pale, lifeless body next to mine. I begged him to wake up. But his now-dull blue eyes simply stared into my soul...
I was so deep in thought I didn't realize that the glass shard had made contact with my skin. I didn't notice the blood dripping down my wrist. I didn't notice my whole forearm was butchered by a simple glass shard. I could barely see skin, all I saw was my blood seeping through the many cuts I inflicted on myself. I dropped to the floor, and layed my back against the wall. I looked at my arm, and found the deepest one... Maybe... maybe if I just go a little deeper. I can be with Charlie again, I can be with my mom.
Out of no where someone pryed the glass shard out of my hand. I heard yelling, but I couldn't comprehend what they were saying. I felt pressure being put on my arm... but all I could see was Charlies eyes... his lifeless, dull, dead blue eyes...