-General smut warning-

-Self harm trigger warning-

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Brooks PoV:

I slamed the door of the bathroom shut while trying to overhear those ugly moans of the new bitch that Jack just brought home at 2am.

 I make sure that I locked the door and let myself slide down to the floor with my back against the could, hard wooden door of the restroom. 

Not long after, the sound of my soft sobbs replace the silence that was sometimes interupted by disgusting high pitched and ruff irish moans that I wished were shouting my name.

I slowly got up from the ground and looked in the mirror while inhaling deep the fresh air while leaning against the sink with both of my hands takin ahold of it for extra surport. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to reliese myself from all the pressure, i had to let all those wrong  feelings go. So I took the blade that was lying on the left side of the sink in my right hand with my fingers shakin. 

I promised him to stop. I promised him to tell him if I needed help or someone to talk to.. but right now he was shaggin' a random hoe in mine and his bedroom so how should I talk to him? The tears still made their way out of my eyes and on my meanwhile bloody left wrist. I wanted to be strong, strong for him, but I was weak and alone, so alone.

While I let water run over my fresh cuts I thought about what happened to the boy that I once called my best friend.

Since that accident where we both got too drunk at a party and made out, he started to sleep around alot! Literally every night an other girl and never the same one two times and when I see him get up at noon and take a drink in the kitchen I dont speak to him most of the times. 

I only ever look into his eyes. Into his gorgeous grasgreen eyes that once where filled with an expression of joy and love and now..

he seems to be so.. tired and broken?

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Ok it's.. fine I guess haha

I promise the chapters are going to be longer from now on 

See you on the flipp side <3