Erens POV

He doesn't care anymore. It took some time to realise the ignoring, glaring. The hate ... Every night I would ball your eyes out while he was 'still working'. Trying to cry the pain away. But apparently the tears weren't cutting it. I picked up the shiny metallic blade. The pain was unbearable. Every single time he would acknowledge me. I would put on a facade, just praying that he won't see through it and see the ugliness inside of me. The purity I once had is now vanished into thin air. All there is left is darkness. 'Just smile.. Don't let him see...' I would think every time I was in his presence. The happiness and light that was once radiating off of me has left. The spark of determination has gone. I have nothing left now. And now the one I love is walking away. Leaving me in my pit of despair. Now that I think of it.. Even if he saw how weak I am. He probably wouldn't care and just walk away. That thought pushed from my head to my hand and now there are several splotches of blood on the bathroom tiles. He hasn't slept in the same bed with me in weeks. He's hardly even home. 'I can't do this anymore...' I almost put it through my chest when my hand stopped and flinched away. ' What about my family and friends. What about them... '