Your Guardian Angel || Liam Payne {Completed}

Chapter One: Life As Makayla

*Makayla's POV*

Wolverhampton's been my home since my parents past away when I was five. I'm now 16 and I live with my older brother Matt. We were living with relatives for some time up until Matt turned 19 and got a job. We set off on our own. I like my brother he's nice and he's always been there for me. But, there is one thing he doesn't know. I self harm. I started when I was 12. Is this the part where you expect me to say; 'Only my best friend knows.'? Well you're wrong. I don't have friends. At all. When I moved to Wolverhampton from Sheffield I didn't fit in at school. I hardly tried. That was when groups of girls started picking on me. They called me a weirdo back then. That lasted until we turned 12 at least. That was when they started calling me a bitch, whore, cunt, slut, and all the other crude and horrible things.

One day Reagan, the most popular girl in school came up to me,

*Flashback*

Reagan was a cruel girl, the cruelest of all. I was frightened by her. She was rumored to once beat up a guy for whistling at her and got detention for a week. The day she started walking up to me I didn't even make the slightest bit of eye contact.

"Wow you little slut, you're not going to even acknowledge me?" She says right next to my face.

"What do you want Reagan?" I said my voice cracking and my heart starting to beat at a rapid pace.

"Scared huh? Little bitch." She said getting closer now practically standing on top of me. I didn't say a word. I just closed my eyes and hoped that I could just wish her away. "Talk you cunt!" she screams, attracting eyes.

"No!" I yell at her. She was taken aback a bit by my firm answer. She just laughs at me.

"You should just kill yourself already you know? No one cares about you one bit. You're just a little attention whore." My eyes started tearing up self consciously. "Awe look at the baby bitch cry. WAH WAH. Go cry to Mummy and Daddy. Oh wait, thats right. You don't have a Mum and Dad. They left you alone because you're such a little whore and they couldn't stand looking at you. And neither can anyone else. So just, go. Run bitch."

I ran. I ran home. No one was there. Aunt Bet and Uncle Will were at work and Matt was at school. When I got there I ran to the kitchen dropping my books near the door and dropping off my school uniform jacket. I went to the draw I wasn't aloud to touch. Where the sharp objects are kept.

I opened it up and grabbed one sharp utensil that wouldn't be noticed of it's disappearance. I grabbed it and ran to the bathroom. I was a virgin to cutting myself. I didn't know how to. So I just locked the door and sat on the ground. I just stared at the reflection on the knife. I was so ugly. Reagan was right. No one could stand looking at me. Tears started building up, blinding my eyesight. I squeezed my eyes shut. I pictured my Mum and Dad. I saw flashbacks of pictures in my mind. We were a happy family. Why did this have to happen to them? Why did that crazy drunk man have to go out and drive? Why the hell did this have to happen to me? What the fuck did I do to deserve this? I open my eyes again. This time the girl looking back is full of anger and self hatred.

I took a deep breath and moved the cold metal to my wrist. I slowly dragged the tip of the sharp utensil across my wrist. Seeing the blood start to come out of the cut watching as it drips slowly down my wrist. Tears are silently flowing down my face. I felt like a new person. And the best thing. I finally found my best friend who would stick around for awhile.

*End Flashback*

Yeah. You heard right. I cut. I've cut for 4 years with only at the most 3 days clean. I still get bullied at school for being different not only by Reagan but also everyone else as well. They all know how vulnerable I am. They all know my weak spots. People shove me into walls and call me names because I 'walked into them.' Girls give me dirty stares and boys don't even give me the time of day unless they are beating me up. Which happens often. The worst thing is nothing saves me accept my only best friend. Some days I leave school mid-day and run home to cut. It makes the pain go away. Yes. Cutting is my best friend. How about you?

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Yay!!! Chapter One!! You Likey!?

Tanks for reading, voting, etc.

Slow Updates due to school and Everything I've Been Searching For is on hold for now.

~Dani.xx