Lana's POV

I headed down to the road, it was almost three in the morning. I was in misery, and found a few bottles of beer, screw it, screw the docters, screw common sense, screw life, just drink the damn bottle.

I stumbled down to the hospital and was let up to Rachels room, I stood outside it for a few seconds then opened it and walked in. She looked at me, and I wanted to turn away and run out, I wasn't the best in these situations.

I sat next to her, and rubbed my eyes. Then looked at her and intertwind my hands togther and rested my head on them.

"John and I got in a fight" I sighed

"About what?" She asked

"You" I said

"I'm sorry" Rachel sympathized

"Don't be, I was an asshole, still am frankily" I leaned back in my chair

"Are you mad at me?" She asked

"For yelling at me, then attempting suicide instead of talking to me, no" I said sarcastically with a plain face, then I crack a smile getting up

"I don't know what else to say"  Rachel looked down

"I think it would be best if we got rid of all the sharp things in the house" I said leaning against the window and lookingout

"Don't" Rachel said softly

"You have to let go of this, I don't want to keep seeing you like this, you're better than this" I said

"Its not that easy to just give it up, it calms me, just understand that" Rachel confronted, I laughed

"Guess what, thats me and smoking" I said with my eyebrows raised and she shook her head

"It can't" She refued

"Its true, it does for me what cutting yourself does for you" I said

"Wow" Rachel trailed off.

written by Hannah