Self Harm and Niall Horan (Niall Horan fanfic)

Chapter 2

Here I was again... Crying in the middle of my bedroom.

Why do people have to be so mean? I'm not THAT mean to people like they are to me. Heck, i'm nit even mean. They just seem to love to make me feel bad for no apparent reason.

I hate my life.

I get up and go to the bathroom and look into my cabinets for my favorite blade, yes, I have a favorite blade.

Finally, I found it... I take a look in the mirror and I see my mascara all over my face, my hair in knots, I just look a mess.

I pull up my sleeves and look at my scars... It's a shame, really, I've been clean for 4 months and here I am again, relapsing.

I drag the blade across my skin and immediately all my pain is gone. I smile in pleasure and do it four more times.

I lay down in my bed and look back at my day.. I start crying until I finally just cry myself to sleep.