To Be Loved (Harry Styles) ON HOLD

Prolouge- Before Harry

A/N welcome to my new fanfiction! I have to warn you that this book deals with self harm, suicide thoughts, depression, trying to commit suicide, drugs, and mature content. If you are struggling with self harm or drugs please talk to a trusted adult/friend. Or you can call the suicide hotline.
This book is rated PG-13

Daisy's POV

"Daisy might be a vigin but I'm pretty sure her mouth isn't"

"No one likes her"

"Isn't she on meth"

"What's her problem?"

"She totally cuts"

"Daisy needs to die. Like now"

"She's a waste of space"

"I've seen the scars on Daisy's arms"

"Doesn't she only have like one friend?"

"I heard she slept with two guys on Friday night"

"She's such a slut"

"She's a whore"

"She's an attention seeking bitch"

"I hope she gets hit by a bus"

"She should commit suicide"

"I hope she cuts herself every night"

"Daisy is the worst person I've ever met"

I walked towards my house and away from the schools hurtful comments directed at me.

When I got to my house I put my backpack in my bedroom and I walked over to the bathroom.
I closed the door.
Then I locked it.
I rolled up my long sleeves.
I opened up the medicine cabinet. And behind all the medicine was my blade.
I got out the blade.
And I pressed it down to my arm.
Why me? What did I do to deserve this?
I needed to replace the emotional pain with physical pain.
I pushed the blade onto my arm.
My arm started bleeding.
Silent tears ran down my cheeks.
One cut lead to another.
What did I do to deserve this life?
I cut and cut until I stopped.
I wrapped up my fresh cuts.
Then I cried and cried.
I cried until I couldn't stand the sound of my own sobs.
I cried so much.
I could feel the depression taking over me.
I was depressed.
I hated myself.
And then I ran into my room and I stared crying again. My body shook with sobs as I cried myself to sleep just like many previous nights.