All I Want // h.g.

CHAPTER 5

|||EMILY'S POV|||

It's Thursday, the week is almost over. YASSS. I crawl out of bed, go downstairs and there ARE STILL NO COCOA PEBBLES! I need to give my parents a stern talking to when they come home. Where are my parents anyways? I walk over to the fridge and see a note.

ᗪEᗩᖇ EᗰIᒪY,

YOᑌᖇ ᗪᗩᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ I ᕼᗩᐯE TO GO TO ᗯOᖇK EᗩᖇᒪY. I ᗷEᒪIEᐯE IT ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗷE ᒪIKE TᕼIᔕ ᖴOᖇ ᗩ ᗯᕼIᒪE. ᗯE ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗩᒪᔕO ᑕOᗰE ᕼOᗰE ᒪᗩTE, ᑭᖇOᗷOᗷᒪY ᗷY 9:00 ᑭ.ᗰ. ᔕOᖇᖇY ᕼᑌᑎ. ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ.

ᑭ.ᔕ.
ᗯE ᗯIᒪᒪ GET ᑕOᑕOᗩ ᑭEᗷᗷᒪEᔕ Oᑎ ᔕᗩTᑌᖇᗪᗩY.❤️

Great. I ate waffles... Again. I finished and went upstairs. I wore a red crop top, white shorts, and red Vans. I put like 20 bracelets on to cover up my cuts. I put my hair in a side braid and put some mascara on. I put on my backpack and left. As I close the door, I see Hayes. I run my awkward run across the street.

"Hey!" I say with a smile. I know he's an asshole but... I still like him. I can't hold grudges.

"Um... Hi?" He says confused, as if I'm a weirdo.

"You sound confused." I say.

"I am. Why are you talking to me? I don't talk to nobodies." He says. He walks away. I stand here, in front of the Grier house, almost falling from pain. I started crying. I couldn't move. I don't think I've ever cried this much.

|||NASH'S POV|||

I look outside the window to check the weather. But I see something. I see a girl crying. She isn't just any girl. She's Emily. I quickly put on shorts, a long sleeve shirt, and black Vans. I run outside. She's not there anymore. I look around and I see her running into her house. I quickly follow her. She goes inside. God knows what she's gonna do. I try to open the door but it's locked.

|||EMILY'S POV|||
I run inside my house and lock the door. I broke a promise. I didn't take the sharpener glad this time. I took a small, thin, sharp knife. I cry. And cry. I yell cry. The pain is excruciating. As my skin rips open, the blood flows out. It's painful. But I deserve it. I'm a nobody. The person I love, thinks I'm a nobody.

"AH!" I yell. The pain. The pain! THE PAIN!

"UH!" I scream. The pain.

"I DESERVE THIS! IM A NOBODY!" I cut. Again. And again. I cut and cut. I feel lightheaded. Maybe I should end it all. No one loves me. What's the point?

"Emily?" I hear. I don't care though. I keep going.

"Emily, please open this door." Maybe it's a sign. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. No! I should. I'm ugly! Fat! Useless! Stupid! Unwanted. I'm unwanted.

"Emily! Don't do this! Please!" It doesn't sound like Hayes. It... It's Nash.

"EMILY!" He yells. "EMILY! EMILY! EMILY!" He won't stop. This isn't right. I put down the knife. I can barely get up. I clean my arm as much as I can. I walk over to the door and open it. I was right it is Nash. He was crying, too. He cared.

"Why would you do this? You promised!" He yells.

"You don't understand what I'm going through! You never will!" I respond.

"Yes I do. I understand." Another tear rolls down his face. He rolls up his sleeves. There are scars. A lot of them. More than me. I start crying. I look in his eyes and he looks in mine. We're leaning in for a kiss. Our lips finally met. His hands on my cheeks. My arms on his back, holding him, tight. The sensation runs through my body. This must be what true love feels like. We slowly pulled away. I was looking in his gorgeous, sparkly, blue eyes. I've never been happier.

"I love you." He says and smiles.

"I love you, too." I say back.

I was wrong. I am wanted. I am loved.