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Chapter 9

Niall's POV:
I woke up in the morning, tired as hell. I glanced over to the clock on my night stand, which read 5:00 AM. why am I up so early today?

Yesterday's events came crashing down on me, and all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and die.

That's what I've been feeling for the past weeks, really. But today it's the worst.

My body was sore and exhausted from yesterday, my sleeves were stained with small droplets of blood, and I realised what I had done.

I had cut.

I had relapsed. Two months of self-control is now down the drain. I was ashamed of myself for doing it, but I don't think I can stop myself now. I can't believe I did that. I didn't think I'd be going to sleep now, so I decided to go shower and brush my teeth and all that stuff.

After brushing my teeth, I turned on the shower and got in, not caring whether it was hot or cold. Thoughts and emotions began swirling in my mind, causing a horrible tornado. I had a headache and my arms were aching.

The situation I was currently in was as worse as it could be. I had to pay for the debts of my father! £8000 fucking pounds!

And I realised I would have to go to the funeral too, and maybe my mother would come. And I know I was going to get another call from my brother today or tomorrow to let me know about the funeral timings and other stuff. I hate my brother, I hate Greg. He left me alone with my father, he never checked up on me, and now he is telling me to pay such a large amount in such a small span of time?

I dried myself and put on my clothes: black skinny jeans and a black T-shirt and my jacket to hide the cuts on my wrists. I had been in the shower for at least thirty minutes, and now after fooling around for a while, I decided to make something to eat.

I removed two eggs from the fridge and some bread from the shelf. I heated the pan for preparing my eggs, while I put the bread in the toaster. I cracked the eggs onto the pan and let it cook. I took out a plate to serve the eggs, when the bread popped out of the toaster. I was surprised from the sudden noise and dropped the plate, which made a clattering noise. I flinched at the loud sound.

I quickly picked up the plate, served the eggs, and spread some Nutella on the bread. But when I looked at the food, I didn't feel like eating.

This couldn't be happening.

I love food and I practically eat everything edible in my sight, so why am I not eating it? I was forcing myself to eat, but I felt something at the back of my throat. I just knew what it was.

I rushed to the toilet, and threw up. Like literally threw up and it was pretty bad. I was puking for continuous 4 minutes, which is abnormal considering I was healthy before and I wasn't sick or anything. After finishing throwing up, I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth once again, gargling mouthwash and chewed some mint gum just in case.

I walked into the kitchen and found the breakfast as it is. I had no intention of eating, so I thought of throwing it away. But as soon as I reached the table, Harry walked into the kitchen, just in his boxers. Typical Harry.

"Good morning, Niall. You up so early?" He asked before letting out a yawn.

"Yeah, I woke up early today. Dunno why." I replied to him, sounding chirpy.

"You did go to sleep early. Did you cook breakfast for me Niall?" He asked, in a fake surprised voice.

"Oh, yes I did!" I said, keeping up the act.

"Aww that's so sweet Niall! Thank you!" He said, faking the dramatic 'omg I'm so surprised' voice.

I fake-laughed along with him. But then he asked me if I had breakfast. You know what I did. I lied. I said yes. I didn't want Harry to worry about me. He has enough of his own problems to worry about mine.