"What do you want for dinner BradleyBoo?" I shouted down the hallway. "Lex, feel free to suggest things as well," I walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. Yay, no food in the house. Matt was always the one that went shopping. 
"FOOD!" I heard Brad's voice ring down the hallway. 
"YUMMY FOOD!" Lexi yelled after. 
"So helpful," I laughed, I closed the fridge. "Brad, can you order pizza or something?" I looked at the pictures on fridge, and immediately felt tears pool up in my eyes. I pulled on the bottom of one of the pictures. It was Matt and I on Thanksgiving this year. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=65956359) My black sweatshirt was zipped up about halfway showing the top of my purple tank top, my vans were the same shade of purple. My gold believe ring covered two of my fingers, and my guitar pic was strung onto a necklace. I let my hair fall naturally into curls, and held it back with a gold spiked headband. Lining my eyes was black eye liner, with a small streak of gold on top. Matt stood next to me, a white button down shirt, and red tie, black pants and dress shoes. His brown hair stood up in a quiff, and his eyes shown. How could he be gone? I asked myself. I walked down the hallway, and started to go upstairs. "I don't feel that good. Your both welcome to sleep here, I'll see you in the morning," I mumbled before locking myself in the room. I looked at the picture again before setting it down on my desk, and grabbing some clothes to go to bed, or at least watch a movie in, I had no intuitions of sleeping tonight. 
I walked into the bathroom, and took a fast shower, just to wash the stress of the day off. I stepped out, and put my wet hair in a messy bun, holding my bangs back with a blue Under Armor headband. I pulled on a pair of leggings, and my gray Uggs before throwing on my Toronto Maple Leaves shirt. (http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_26/set?id=67315582) I brushed my teeth, and scrubbed the last of my make-up off my tired eyes. I walked out of the bathroom, and pulled 21 Jump Street, and Jackass 1, 2, and 2.5 off my shelf before sitting down on my bed with my laptop. I put 21 Jump Street into the CD reader. When in doubt, watch Channing Tatum be an idiot. It can make everything better. Except this. I waited for the DVD to load, and started looking at my closet. Pictures of Sophie, and Lex, and I, and Matt, and old hockey teams, and. I was stuck. And Matt. I shut my laptop, and laid down, staring at the ceiling as tears started to stream down my face again. I heard soft footsteps in the hallway, and knock at the door. 
"Go away," I mumbled into my pillow. 
"Please let me in Child," Lexi's soft voice spoke through the door. I heard the doorknob jingle, it was locked. No one was getting in unless I let them in. 
"Princess, just open the door," Brad was out there too. The doorknob jingled again. 
"Please go away," I repeated myself, crawling under the covers, and putting the second pillow over my head. My head started to pound, as more tears poured out of eyes, and my whole being shock with sobs. I got up, and found my pocket knife. I stared at it for a minute, ignoring the bickering and yelling outside my room, some of it was directed at me, some directed at each other. I opened the knife, and started to trace lines on my wrist, leaving little white scratches. I dug the blade in, and watched the red blood slip out. A single tear fell off my cheek, and the salt water bounced into my wrist. I flinched at the pain, and made another mark. I finished with three, and wrapped my wrist in a few tissues before crawling back into bed. The door started to wiggle, as Brad came running in, a screw driver in one hand, bobby pin in the other. "Go away," I mumbled in-between sobs of pain, both mental and physical now. Brad's soft foot steps walked over to the bed, and scooped me up. Holding me tight into his chest as I shook with sobs. 
"Maddie, you don't have to go through this alone," He murmured into my ear. "Just let Lex and I help you," He whispered again, I shifted my arm as I started to feel the blood drip down to my hand. Brad couldn't know what I had just done. "Babe," He took my hand in his, turning the inside of my wrist to the ceiling. "What's this?" He took the tissues off my wrist. "MADDIE!" He yelled, no more soft, gentle, loving Brad. "WHAT THE HELL!"

Author's notes - feedback + ideas are always appreciated. I'd love to hear from you, loves. I'll try to post again today because I won't be able to tomorrow.