Corey's P.O.V

...I heard Layla scream and demanding me to stop. I didn't want to Patrick hurt Jessie. But I heard shanelle saying that Jessie wanted me to stop I listened to her and I stopped. I didn't want to stop. Ever. I loved her.

I pulled out my knife on him. I loved Jessie I'd do anything for...anything...Patrick stood up stubbled back quickly out of dizziness and fear. I had my blue and black 6 inch pocket knife in my hand. I came charging at him and I could here Layla scream for Jess, but I didn't listen. I tried stabbing his cooler bone. The knife quickly switched to face I used all my forces or power love and insanity!

I could feel the blade closing in on my throat, the intense feeling of death knowing that I'll be free from hell but forever worried if Jess would be too. The blade floated nearer my neck but ended up gliding across my cooler bone and leaving a bleeding gash. I yelped out in pain, moved out of the way and saw as Patrick fell to the floor.

"Police!" I her on student say

"Run!" Said another and that's what we did

Layla and I grabbed Jessie and made our way to Layla 's car. Jessie was the type to throw a punch but could never receive one. I hated seeing her so hurt. It didn't look good with her blue eyes.

— Time Skip —

I got a slap in the face

"OWWW!" A wined

"Save it for later!" Jess replied back

"I was just in a fight, WITH A KNIFE...and you slap me?!"

"And who's fall was that?"

I paused. She was right. I felt like I was in the ring of fire, fighting for the rest of my free will and in some ways I was! But for me, mostly. GOD I HATE ME SOMETIMES!

"Whatever! I'm going!"

"Where the hell? You've got no where, were are you gonna run to now?" Layla answered for Jessie this time

"There's a 5FDP concert in the quads, I intend to smuggle myself in..."

"Whatever!..."

I grabbed my oversized jacket from Layla's car on my way and made my way to the bus stop that only goes so far. I took a long walk, hopped on a cab and went to the convention center. From there I played incorrect little girl that lost her dad, so they had to have let me in. I did't think about much during most of that process I just thought of my blood on the black top that would be stained there forever. I looked down at my wound and it hurt more when I remembered it was there. I didn't think I was losing lots of blood and all I had was a headache, I must be fine......but was Jess

Jessie's P.O.V

"UGH I CAN'T BELIEVE HER!"

"Babe, calm down..."

"SHE DOSE THIS ALL THE TIME!"

"She does it because she loves you..."

"FUCK THAT! SHE COULD HAVE DIED!"

"And you cut yourself every day! Your being hypocritical right now, calm your tits!......I'm gonna be downstairs. Come down when you have a more sensible thinking mind!"

She had a point. I put Cor through so much I do feel bad...sometimes. Cutting is better than her love, in some ways. The blood running down my wrist, it's like her finger tracing, the pinch of the blade is similar to her bite of my ear, and the shaking of my hand is like when I full of loving energy when I listen to my music. It just a bad response to my pain. But the second I put water there as soft as it is. IT HURTS LIKE HELL! The beautiful pinch, her tracing finger is gone and music is gone and instead of my music it more like the pricing sound of the dial-tone ring in my ear. Oh how I hate water...but I still kept doing it