Bullied or Loved. (Zayn Malik)

/Chapter Two\

Kayla's POV:

--I guess I'm on my own. No mother,no father. What a life. I woke up and glanced at the clock. It read 12:00pm. I slept for a long time today,but at least I didnt get awoken by a treacherous scream. I got up from bed and took a shower. It was going to be a warm breezy day today so I decided to wear my acid jean shorts with a full sleeve shirt, so no one can see my cuts. I starightned my hair and put a hair band and wore my glasses. I walked down stairs and looked at the place from the top of the stairs. What a dirty place, I have to move out. 

I made my break-fast,ate it, and walked out with my uggs on. I took my book that I was reading. My book was all trashed and smashed from yesterday by the kids at school. Why are they so mean to me? I mean I didn't do anything to them. As I turned the corner on my block I saw the group of kids from school. It was 'Zayn's group'. I looked up and saw Zayn talking to them,so I decided to quickly and quitetly walk past them with out drawing any attention. "Hey look at the loser! Where are you going? To the geek invention?" Mike a guy from the group said to me. I closed my book and held it up to my chest. They stopped me so I couldnt go past them. They all laughed, except for Zayn, he stayed around the back. "Leave me alone.." I said and tried walking past them. "Oh look, a book." Sydne said as she grabbed my book. I adjusted my glasses. "A book about LOVE. You'll never get anything. Your ugly,stupid,dumb,UGLY, and no one cares about you. You are worth less. Why don't you just die?" Amy barked at me. I sighed and looked at my hands. They through the book at me. I picked it up and was about to walk past them. "GO DIE!! WE ALL WILL BE BETTER OFF WITH OUT YOU!!" they said and stopped me. Tears were rolling down my eyes. I should die. Why should I live if I dont have anything,anyone in my life. "Your right, I am ugly and stupid and dumb and WORTHLESS, but I dont make people feel bad for PLEASURE." I retorted and walked past them.

Zayn kept starring at me. I didnt feel like walking or reading so I ran home, leaving the front door open. I rushed to the kitchen with tears pouring out of my eyes. I took the knife out of the drawer and walked into the living room. I was going to cut myself again. I dragged the sharp knife thorugh my skin and I screamed a little. I was going to do another strike. I continued and had the courage to finally cut through a vain, here I- "What are you DOING?!"