Broken | Nash Grier & Cameron Dallas

Chapter 10

ZOEY POV

I decided to tell my mom and dad that I didn't want to live here. I want to convince them that I get bullied here. I mean I know Adriana is at my other school but I don't care. I just want to be with all of my friends. I went downstairs and saw them. "We need to talk." I said.

We sat down. "I don't want to live here." I said. They sighed. "You don't understand! I get bullied here! I have no friends here! I have friends in LA. Are you just trying to torture me!?" I said. "We're not going back to LA." She said. "You don't have to go! I want to go." I said.

"You're not going back to LA!" She yelled. "Why!?" I said. "Because. You got into trouble. This is your punishment." My mom said. "When is this punishment gonna end then! Please!" I begged. "No! I have said no tons of times! No! And thats final!!" She yelled. "PLEASE! YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO TORTURE ME NOW!" I yelled. I went upstairs, got my suitcases and went back downstairs. "And what are you doing?" My mom asked.

"Leaving this dump." I said. "NO! WE ALREADY SAID NO. YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THAT! GO TO YOUR ROOM!" My dad yelled getting in front of the door. "Fine. But just to let go guys know....I hate you."

I hated saying it but I just had to get it out of my system. I didn't go to my room though. I went to the restroom. I slammed the door and locked it. I slid down the wall and sat down. I can't be with Nash anymore. I'm probably gonna stay here my entire life. He's gonna get a girlfriend. I'm gonna keep getting bullied. I'm not gonna have friends my entire life. My real life is in LA. Where I can actually be happy.

Instead of this dump.

I looked in the shower. I looked at a razor. I kept staring. No! I can't do this! I will regret it if I do it. I wanna do it so bad though! I looked away. Just don't look at it and you'll be fine. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look! I couldn't stand it anymore. I scooted myself by the razor. I grabbed it.

I looked at it for a loooooooooong time. Then I looked at my wrist. I saw my veins. They could break if I do this. I placed it on my skin. "Honey what are you doing in there?" My mom asked. I stayed silent. She went in. Quickly I put the razor in my sweaters pocket. "Nothing." I said. She looked at me squinting. I smiled. But that smile was totally fake.

She walked out. This time I locked the door. Once again, I placed the razor on my skin. Am I actually gonna do this? 1....2....3..go. I slid the razor across my wrist. It started bleeding so bad. I took the razor off. I washed it with pain. Then I grabbed toilet paper and cleaned it off.

I put Neosporin on my bloody wrist then I wrapped my wrist with pre wrap. I walked out the room like nothing happened. I did regret it.

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Btw don't cut! Lol

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