Will you Stay?

Chapter 58

I let out loud cries, my bare knees pressed into the white rocks under me cutting my clean flesh, dripping blood. I cried harder 'You're so stupid'. 'What would Niall think of me? I can't lose him. I love him'

I was frantic; I hit the metal fence with my hand, letting out loud screams as I did so. I was so frustrated with myself, to the point where I didn't even know what my true emotions were at the moment. But I know I needed something

I sniffed my sobs, becoming weak and tired; I leaned my back against the fence and whimpered. I want my mum, I need my mum.

I stretched out my sore legs to look at the rose red blood smudged on my knees, pouring from my scrapes. But it didn't hurt and that's what I needed. I need to cut. I need blood.

I felt my fingertips itch as I searched around the mix-shaped rocks, looking for one with a pointy edge. I could barely see in this darkness but I didn't care, I need to find something. My hands felt around until I found something but it wasn't a rock, it was a stick, it probably fell from one of the trees.

I scurried to examine its rough sides and pointy ends. Without thinking I slashed the wooden stick against my wrists, again and again. I could feel it, a burn, a sting, but it wasn't what I wanted.

"Anna" a whisper called me carefully "Stop"

I looked up quickly, holding myself together. I watch a dark figure step forward slowly, but I know who it is. I crowded away from him, my back hitting the fence and my face buried in my sore knees. He couldn't see me like this.

Niall came closer, the crackling that his shoes make against the rocks getting louder. He knelt down in front of me. "Baby" he soothed. I let out an embarrassing sniffle, moving further into the fence. "Please calm down" he tried again.

I shook my head, swallowing another sob. "Well can you please look at me?" he pleaded. I hesitated, but lifted my head. Even in pitch black I can make out his beautiful emotionless face, his now dark blue eyes, and his thin lips.

He reached out, softly running his hand over my cheek. I whimpered away slightly, until I realised how nice it felt. He wiped away the wetness from my cheeks "Come on, let's get you cleaned up" he suggested quietly.

I shook my head not wanting to go back in the house, not wanting to be seen like this. He ignored my disagreement, trying to pick me up. I tried to scoot away from him, but he refused lifting me up. "The people are still in the back. Aunt Alexia called the together before I left" he informed me.

I crossed my arms looking up to the side of Niall's face as he carried me back, ignoring the stinging blood leaking from my knees. I didn't like the feeling that this situation was giving me. I feel like Niall's only doing this because he has too, he probably thinks I'm a freak. He will probably dump me after this, leaving me heart broken. Then how am I meat to get through the next couple of years seeing him with other girls?

I pouted at the thought, but decided now is not the right time to ask.

At that moment my dress fanned up, showing my bare legs. The cold breeze breathed on them making me shiver. Niall noticed, holding me closer towards him. He impressively held me with one arm, while bringing the fabric of my dress over my legs again.

I was going to complain, since the blood will seem through the dress but he spoke before me. "You not getting sick is more important that a dress" he spoke in almost a robotic way.

I nod shortly.

We made our way to the back of the house, up the stairs, in the doors, through the hall ways and in Niall's bedroom without a sound. He brought me into his bathroom, seating me on the white marble counter and starting up the bath.