Chapter 2 of my new fanfic! The first Blellie chapter. Now; hopefully you all know who Jamie is (for those of you who don't; she's Nellie's sister). I'm particularly happy with this chapter, I'm starting to dig into some dark subjects... so I'm interested to see reactions.

Yes; it's another short chapter; the first few will be.

Setting: Blake's House

Point of View: Nellie's

Couple: Blellie
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I stare deeply into the cold, dark blade that sits before me. I feel drawn to it, like an undeniable attraction towards it... I can't deny the feeling, but I can't do it... not again.

Why do I always feel like this...? Is it my family? Is it college? Is it my friends? Is it Michael?

Of course not... who am I kidding...? It's Jamie. It's always Jamie.

Ever since the araw she started I've felt this way... we've both struggled with it, with depression. I just can't handle her situation. I can't handle living life without her...

I reach for the kutsilyo in front of me; I stroke my finger on the blade, giving myself a small cut. I watch as the blood drips from my finger and onto the floor.

I take a deep breath and hold the blade to my wrist, slowly cutting... the pain is intense... but I can't help but in a way, almost enjoy it.

"Nellie!" I hear a voice call.

The door opens up and I see Blake standing there; "Ohmygod... Nells..."

I look to him. "Blake..."

He rushes over to me and snatches the kutsilyo from my hands. "I thought we agreed you'd stop this..." He sinabi painfully.

I wiped a tear from my eyes. "I'm sorry Blake..."

Blake looks at me and shakes his head, "Don't apologize Nellie... I understand you're worried about Jamie. But you have to stop this,"

I nod my head and look into his eyes; "I'm just tired of not feeling... feeling pain is better than nothing at all."

"I know... but it hurts you just as bad. I just don't want you getting hurt," He leaves the room momentarily and returns with cloth.

"Or Michael," I add. "He still doesn't know..."

Blake nods, "Right now I'm madami worried about your safety," He gently presses the cloth against my wrist and wraps it around. "There; you can't even tell,"

"You're the best friend any girl could ask for, Blake."

Blake nods and turns away; "Yeah... friend,"