Hand in Hand, Forever... (Sequal to The Art Teacher)

Chapter Twenty: Hatred (part one)

*Warning, may be triggering*

*Kayla's POV*

Saturday. Do you know what that means? Its cleaning day and the day Zayn works until 12 tonight. Yay! Hint, I'm using sarcasm there. Its now around 12:45 in the afternoon and so far I got the bedroom and bathroon done for the day. Now its time for me to start working on the kitchen. I know what you're probably thinking, we just moved in how could the house be messy already. You'd be surprise, I feel like I live with a overgrown pig, but hey I love him so its worth it.

I sit the bucket on the countertop as I start to wipe it down. About half way through it I hear my ohone buzz off from the kitchen table. Once, twice, three times it when off. I take off my gloves and walk over to the kitchen table where my off is still flashing off. Three unknown numbers are texting my phone. I open it up and see that its a group text.

Unknown Number 1: Ewww do you see how ugly she looked in the gold dress, so fat!
Unknown Number  2: She really did! Lose some weight fat ass whale!
Unknown Number 3: How could Zayn love you? He's to good for a worthless whore like you!
Unknown Number  2: HE DOESN'T! At least that's what he told me when we hooked up last night (;
Unknown Number 3: Of course he could sleep with you, you got a SLIM body while she look like she could be on "My 600 Pound Life!"
Unknown Number 1: She wasn't? I swear I've seen her on there before.
Unknown Number 2: Hahaah maybe she was, just couldn't tell a difference.

I feel tears begin to form in my eyes as I continue to read the text.

Unknown Number 3: Don't worry sweet, I've heard drinking bleach kills stomache fat!
Unknown Number 1: Throwing up is a another good way.
Unknown Number 3: Take some lessons darling, just die already, nobody loves you!
Unknown Number 1: I mean if your "boyfriend" really did love you he wouldn't have slept with anyone of us.
Unknown Number 2: He's really good in bed, he deserves a real lady who can treat him well.

I see tear drops fall on my phone as I begin to type.

"Who are you and how the hell did you get my number?!?!"
Unknown Number 1: Trust me, it won't matter. Just kill yourself already.

And that's when the conversation stop. No one else texted back after that. I felt my mind go weak and my hand start to shake. I dropped my phone, no caring of it cracked or not. I can't see striaght and my mind is racing miles fast. He won't cheat on me, would he? Just him touching other girls...

I hold my mouth close as I run to the bathroom and lean over the toilet. I begin to vomit everything up that I've had today. I begin to sweat and everything on me is weak. I start to shake even more as I pull my hair back, vomiting the rest that I could. I lean back on the tile wall, my breathing now had become irregular. The doorbell went off and I wince at the sound. I slowly stand up and stummble why way over to the door, pulling it open. No one was there. I looked down then I saw a bottle of bleach, a little black box and a letter. I whine at the sight, picking them up, heading over t the kitchen and grab my phone and then go back to the bathroom. I shut the door and lock it, quickly openin up the letter.

"It doesn't matter if you survive, the pain will keep coming and coming, getting worse and worse after everyone other. Do us a favor and just end it now while you can, no one will miss you anyways.

XXXX"

I scream as I rip up the letter in little pieces, throung then at the door. I begin to kick the door with anger and hatred, crying as I do. I stop myself and hold me, rocking back and forth with my knees pulled up towards me. I stare at the little black box as I see something written on the top of it. I take my shaky hand and pick it up, slowly reading the writing.

"We thought you might like these"

I slowly open up the box to see 2 sharply razor blades sitting in the box. I scream and throw the box at the door, crying as I remember that cruel memory. It was around 8th grade and I got picked on a lot. This boy said he liked me and I thought it would get better. But it didn't. It was all a prank. He asked me to the dance and then told me everything about it just being a little game of him. Then that night a group of his friend, being boys and girls, came to my house when dad wasn't home and destroyed the ouside of it. They threw eggs, paint balloons, toilet paper and spraypainted mean words about me on it. That's when I started to selfharm because I believe all those words... everything they said about me I had believed.

I told myself I wouldn't get into that habit again, but I wonder what it felt like again. How the pain just ended up dissappearing when you took that beautiful sharp object against your skin. I grabbed that black box again and shakly took out one of the blades and pressed it to my skin. I didn't move nor cut it open yet, letting the pain and memories sink in first. I cried harder as they came, more and more memories of me cutting.

When mom kicked us out...

When dad got in a bad car accident...

When Amber lefted me...

When dad almost didn't make it...

I screamed out in pain and dragged that beautiful object against my skin, letting the blood slowly drip out. I dropped the blade and grabbed onto my arm where I had cut and hissed at pain. I don't remmeber it being this bad, it used to never hurt me. I struggle to breathe as I pick it up again, another after another openings now in my arm. I throw the blade somewhere and let the blood rush down my arm, coming out like a waterfall. I realized that they were deep. Deeper than I have ever cut in my like, maybe like 3mm deep.

I then grab the bottle of bleach and open it up quickly, letting my blood drip into puddles on the floor. Once I getit open I picked it up and put it to my mouth, spilling it everyone and swallowing some... a lot of it. Bleach was everywhere and now its getting into my arm. I throw the bottle and hiss at the contact of my hand and the bleach into my arm. I cry out and just lay there, covered and surrounded by my blood and the clear liquid. I grab my phone off of the sink and dial in the first number I could. I put it to my hear and wait for an answer as my eyes begin to slowly shut.

One ring, why was I hated so much? What did I do to these people to ever deserve this in my life? Two rings, why am I letting myself slip away this easy? I want to be strong... but its to late for that anymore. I'm already broken down. Three rings and he answered.

"Hello, Kayla you there?"

"C-call 9-9-911. I n-nee-need help-help Harry-y."

"Babygirl what's wrong. Stay with me I'm having Lou call right now and I'm on my way, I need you to stay with me, okay? What happened, are you okay?"

I let out a weak laugh "No-no I'm n-not o-okay-y. I dr-drank bleach-ch and i-I'm blee-ding out Harry-y."

"Om my god... I'm on my way, I'm almost there babygirl. Please stay with me, don't you fucking leave me."

"I c-ca-n't-t hold o-on much lo-longer-er Harry-y. I-it hu-hurts-ts."

"I know, I know. Baby stay awake, keep talking to me. Tell me what happened darling."

"S-some mea-n girls g-got my-my num-number-er Haz. The-they said n-no one c-car-cared about-t me. To ki-ll myse-lf-myself."

"Baby we're going to find them, okay? Their going to go away for a long time. I just need you to tell me where you are right now."

"Bat-bath... roo-m. Fir-st floor-or."

"Okay, stay with me sweetheart. I'm coming, I'm here."

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So I'm sorry that this is a sad chapter, but I'm really sad right now and I'm kinda in this state right now. But its okay. Just please give this chapter a vote of you liked it and be sure to leave me a commwnt down below if you could do that for me. KISS KISS ♥

Love, MaliksGirl90 xxxx