Stuck With Them? - A 1D Fanfic *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 27

(Monday, March 9, 12nn)

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This chapter mentions self-harm. To give you a warning, I will put 2 stars (**) when it happens.

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Niall's POV

I was on Twitter when I heard a knock on my door.

"Ni, it's....Jayka..." I got up, walked over to the door and opened it. She went inside and closed it.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"I know it's 2am but, I just wanna tell you I'm sorry." She said.

I groaned and said "You don't have to apologize, especially when you don't mean it.".

"I-I.." I cut her off by saying, "Just drop it. I'm leaving anyway."..

"What? Y-You're leaving?" She asked.

"Yes because there is no point in going after you anymore." I replied.

"What do you mean there is 'no point in going after you anymore'?" She asked.

"There is no point because at the end of the day, you are still a whore." I replied.

"What?!" She shouted.

"Are you deaf? I SAID YOU'RE A WHORE!" I yelled.

"Y-You don't mean that!" Tears were brimming her eyes. Good.

"Yes, I do. Now, let me pack my bags. ALONE." I barked.

"You'll always stay single." She said and walked out the door.

I rolled my eyes and shut the door. Who would believe a whore anyway?

My phone rang and I answered it.

Michael Clifford.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Mate, there's something I need to tell you." Michael said seriously.

"What is it?" I asked.

I never expected Michael's reply to be what he said.

"What else?" I asked.

"This is something only I know. Jayka doesn't know that I know this. I trust you with this information." He replied.

"Spill." I said. It might be perfect for blackmail.

"She is suicidal. She cuts herself." Michael said.

"She says she doesn't do it anymore and she never did but I think she has and is still doing it." Michael added.

"And why do I care?" I asked.

"Because you need to stop her. She needs to stop." Michael replied.

"I don't care if she dies. She deserves to anyway." I said.

"NIALL, SHE IS MY SISTER. SHE WAS DIFFERENT BEFORE. THIS STUPID SOCIETY CHANGED HER, OKAY? I JUST WANT HER TO STOP HURTING." Michael said "Please.." He pleaded, voice cracking. I knew he was crying now.

"O-Okay..." I said then hung up.

Who knew Michael cared so much for her?

Jayka's POV**

Wow, I never thought it would hurt. I always thought if people called me a whore, I wouldn't get hurt. Maybe it was because I wasn't. But how come that it didn't hurt before? How come that it hurt when Niall called me one? I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my jacket. I looked through the cabinets of the bathroom. Found one.

"I knew I still needed these things..." I said as I turned the razor on.

"JAYKA, DON'T DO IT!!" I heard Niall banging on the door.

I ignored him and grazed the razor on the skin of my left arm. It was kind of ticklish but not for long.... I added more pressure and cut my left wrist a little. God, that feels so good. I repeated the action until I was satisfied. I turned the razor off and wiped the blood on it. I put it back in the cabinets of the bathroom. I wiped the blood off my wrists and wore wristbands that I keep on my suitcase. The cuts weren't visible now that I wore wristbands.

"Jayka....?" Niall asks through the door. I opened it.

"I was defeating Groudon.." I lied, pointing at my DS.

"Mikey was right..." He said. What?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Mikey was right, you do cut. You never wore that much wristbands on your left wrist before." Niall replied.

Wait, Michael knows?

"I just wanted to try something new..." I lied again.

"Liar." Niall said.

"I'm not lying." I retorted.

"Then why are the cabinets of the bathroom open? Why is there blood on that handkerchief you are holding?" Niall asked.

"I was finding some soap and my nose was bleeding." I replied.

"Can you stop lying!?" Niall shouted.

"I am not lying..." I mumbled.

Niall grabbed my left wrist, gripped it so tightly that I winced in pain.

"Normally, this wouldn't hurt if it didn't have cuts." Niall said, tightening his grip.

"Niall, stop, it hurts!!" Tears were streaming down my face. It was really painful now.

"Niall, please, stop!" He let go of my wrist.

"You are a liar, a whore and a bitch." Ouch... That really hurt..

I pushed him out the door, closed it and sat in the corner, hugging my knees as I cried. I've been strong for too long.

I picked my phone up and called Michael.

"Mikey...?" I managed to croak out.

"Jayka? What happened?!" Michael asked, voice full of panic.

"I'm going back to Australia. I'm done." I replied with a sniff.

"You did it, didn't you?" He asked.

"You know that I cut?" I asked.

"Ever since you were in sixth grade...." He replied.

"O-Okay.." I said "I'm going back to Sydney. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew that if I moved out, I'd regret it..."

"Jayka, it's alright.... Also, where do you live in Sydney?" Michael asked.

"I live alone in an apartment, why?" I replied.

"You could live with us, can you cook?" He asked.

"Um, yeah.... But no, I just want to live in an apartment." I replied.

"Okay." He said.

"I never thought society would change me that much." I said.

"Society might have changed you, but you're still my little sister." I smiled at Michael's words.

"You're right. I'm going to book a flight to Sydney now..." I said.

"I need you to fulfill your promise, okay?" Should I?

"I will." I said and I could tell Michael was smiling.

"Good." Michael said.

"I need to pack and prepare now. Goodbye." I said.

"Bye.." He hung up.

Now, to think of a way to fix Niall's heart...

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