"What the hell?!" Seth yelled in Ross's face. There was a slit on the back of her neck. "Are you fucking kidding me?! You're cutting again!" He furiously pulled out of her and stood up, putting hs boxers and pants back on.
"Shut the fuck up! You're the reason I do!" She screeched back, wrapping herself in a sheet off of the bed.
"You heard me! I found out that you're cheating on me with Malloriegh, Malloriegh Ewart. That little blond piece of shit from work."
"That's no reason to cut yourself!"
"Shut up! Just...Leave!!!"
"I WILL!" He screamed, and walked out the door. Seconds later Ross heard the door to their apartment slam. She dragged herself to the bathroom, heaving her breakfast into the toilet. Then, rummagin through her bathroom drawer, she extracted a razorblade. Safely back in her room moments later, she dragged the sharp edge over her wrist. Vertically. She also had a bottle of Wal-Mart economy size painkiller. She swallowed what must have been at least seventy of them, and cut the other wrist.
Seth came back in half an hour later to find her curled up in a ball on their bed, covered in blood, unconscious. Her black hair was matted to her back with blood and the painkillers that were left in the bottle were now strewn everywhere.
"ROSS?! WAKE UP!!!" he yelled, shaking her limp body furiously. Thankfully, she was still warm and had a faint pulse. The blood was fresh, and she hadn't lost enough to kill her.
The ambulance arrived moments later after he called, and they immediatley hooked her up to a blood transfusion and checked her vitals. They told Seth that Ross had a 50/50 chance to live.
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