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epilogue

3 months later.

tw- some triggering themes in here

Cora Bailey
3 months have passed since graduation. I got an Uber home but because I put the wrong address in, I had to walk the rest of the way which really wasn't far but it was bucketing down with rain. I was cat called and whistled at by men walking past and at the front of their houses. I ignored them and cried as I walked, my dress was ruined from the rain.

When I got home, I wasn't feeling well. I tried to eat something but I couldn't. I just wanted to sleep. I got in the shower and washed myself and my face to get this fucking makeup off and I got into bed with a heart that was broken.

I couldn't sleep, something was preventing me from sleeping. I didn't know what it was and what made it worse was Niall brought a girl home from the after party so that really does show that I was laying there for ages.

I certainly couldn't sleep after that and I was so tired for some reason but I couldn't sleep. Usually I would be hyping Niall up for bringing a girl home but I know he used to write the girls he fucks in a book, including me. They were finally finished around 2am and I finally fell asleep.

The next few days was hell, Niall wouldn't talk to me at all and it really did make me feel shit about myself. I threw up again, something was making me feel sick and I think it was just my heart break because no one talked to me.

I got screamed at by my parents when I went there, thinking they don't know what happened but they do, Caleb, the little shit was so annoying. I just remember him laughing at me and calling me a "teacher sleeper" not that he knows what that means.

So days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months.

Niall cut off with the bills and only paid for what he used and split the bills in half. I was getting to the point where I couldn't even afford to buy anything for myself.

I had no money, no friends, no family. I was all alone. My life just went south and there was nothing I could do about it. I tried applying for jobs anywhere I could and I ended up working 30 hours a week at Starbucks which isn't good pay.  It got me through the bulls with three dollars to spare. 

But recently I've been feeling sick that I don't want to get up in the mornings but if I wanted to feed myself I had to go to work. I couldn't describe my sickness though. I was throwing up all the time, I was tired and I couldn't get up some days.

And to top this all off with a cherry, I've missed Harry so fucking much.

I haven't talked to him in so long. I haven't spoken to anyone but my stuffed animals Harry and Niall but they can't even reply back. I really didn't know what was wrong with me.

I could hardly keep myself stable at the moment, I hate my job and Niall still won't talk to me and it's been almost three months. Zayn's the only one that's tried to talk to me, but even then he's hesitant on it still.

I woke up one day, feeling the worse I ever have. I cried so much, I threw up many times and I've had enough of this. I just wanted to drown my sorrows. I wanted to numb the pain.

And without realising, I killed my own baby.

When I went to the hospital because I was throwing up blood and bleeding out, they told me that I was pregnant. I couldn't believe my ears. I didn't even know I was pregnant, and I killed it.

Oh my god.

I really couldn't believe it. They did an ultrasound and it really was a baby, but it was dead because I stupidly couldn't realise I was pregnant for these past 3 months and got drunk and smoked so much weed, it really didn't have a chance of surviving.