Strong (Zerrie FanFiction)

Chapter 21

Perrie's Pov:

I laid down on my bed, snuggling up to my duvet, crying silent tears.

Now, everything hurts- My head, my eyes, and my heart.

Maybe I should just turn myself into a ward, and claim that I'm mad. That'll definitely make the girls and Zayn happy.

The girls won't have to deal with me anymore and Zayn... well Zayn can enjoy his life with that girl without having to aid or care to my needs, that's if he even cares about me anymore.

I got up, and realized that that's what I had to do.

I rushed to my desk and took out a piece of paper from my notepad and a pen, carefully planning what I'm scribing.

Dear Girls,

I've been thinking. I've been thinking about everything that Jade said, and I can't help but think that what she said was true. Maybe I am mad, maybe I am crazy. Maybe I need professional help, which is why I'm doing what I'm doing. I don't want to put you girls in danger, and my mind might drive me into doing something that might harm you. Tonight, I am driving over to the ward, and turning myself in, which is something that my mum should've done, years ago. I'm depressed, I've self harmed, I've been having suicidal thoughts. By the time you find this, I'm probably on my way to the ward. They won't allow visitors, I'm sure of it, so I guess this is the last known thing you'll get from me. See you again, when I'm sane. Even though you guys don't probably care anymore, I just wanted to say that I love you all. I have one last thing to ask of you though, I want you to tell Zayn that I hope he's happy with that girl. Bye, I guess.

Signed, Perrie

I slipped the letter into an envelope and left it on my bed, addressing it to the girls.

I took a look around my room, knowing that this will be the last time I would see it for a long time.

I studied my frame, hanging on my wall and touched the glass covering the pictures of the girls. Next to it, was a picture of Zayn and I, on our first date, iceskating.

I reached inside my drawer and pulled out lipstick, smearing it on my lips, before kissing both frames, leaving a mark.

I walked towards the window, but not before looking around my room once more, and climbed out, landing safely on our front lawn.

I ran to the car quickly, making sure that the girls didn't see me and entered the driver's seat, turning on the ignition and speeding off to the nearest mental ward which was about a two hour drive.

From now on, I'll be surrounded by doctors in a closed up location.

Without the girls. Without my family. Without my fans. Without Zayn.

Goodbye life.