adopted by fifth harmony

chapter 19

emmas pov
im sitting in the corner of my room balling my eyes out. you wonder why right? well since me and dinah became a thing I've gotten so much hate. its gotten so bad like "you should have just stayed with harry" or "dinah doesn't need a slut like you shes too good for you" it hurts bad. i never thought it would get like this. the girls are at the studio finshing up the reflection which i am really proud of. "they need this they dont need me anymore" i say i walk to the bathroom,i need to get rid of all the pain i have been feeling. i look for a razor i soon as i find it i smash it too the floor once i get the blade out i look at it. all the voices in my head repeating all the comments 'all the girls hate you' 'dinah doesnt diserve you' 'they are too pretty for her anyway so she should just kill herself'
i grab the blade in my hand "I DONT WANNA DO THIS!!" i yell as I sqeeze the blade harder in my hand intell their is a ton of blood, i know im not old enough to drive so i call the only person i can trust with this "hey emma what's wrong" i start to cry but there is so much blood she needs to get here fast "demi i need you to come get me and take me to the hospital my hand got cut badly and i need to go to the hospital hurry pleasee" i beg as she has me stay on the phone so i wont pass out. she sprints up the stairs grabs the blade out of my hand witch makes more blood come out. "This is really deep we need to go to the hospital" demi pickes me up and we run to her car.