Nobody Compares

Chapter 8- Disappointment, and Niall Horan

I closed my eyes, but a tear squeezed out. No one realized how hard my life was. No one understood. They didn't understand how I got hate everyday. It was to much. I pulled my blue fleece blanket up to my shoulder and reached into the hidden compartment of my purse. N one knew it was there. I had it specially made.

I pulled the tiny bag out and opened it. I quickly looked around. If anyone saw me doing this my career would plumet. I couldn't get caught. Suddenly a big wave of drowsiness hit me. I yawned and closed my eyes for a quick second.

I took the small pencil sharpener peice out and put it at my wrist. I took a sharp breath, and pressed down, moving it south. I lifted it up and saw my fingers were bloody, and the blood was about to start dripping off my arm. I had to have just missed my vein by a centimeter. I pulled out a napkin and pressed it to my arm. I felt the warm, damp, red cloth starting to soak it up. Within seconds it would've bled through. In just seconds I would need a new napkin.

I eventually used 3 whole napkins just to cease it. It took a few minutes to actually stop, but it did. I took a plastic bag out and put the reddened napkins in it. The napkins started drying, and sticking together. 

I smiled at the ceiling. My laptop was put away and I had my sleeves covering my cut, and just to be safe, I had tons of bracelets on.

I used to cut, but I was caught. My dad saw and sent me away to get help at the hospital. For a month I was in the pysch ward. I wasn't even allowed visitors. I was on level 6, but to all the hospital residents, there wasn't a level 6. Only 1-5. 

I closed my eyes, feeling my blood boil. I didn't want to relive before so I promised myself not to do that again. I lied to myself.

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to America! We are on the coast of Florida, only a bout 2 hours until Pittsburg, Pennsylvania." The automated airplane voice scared me sometimes. If I were to wake in the middle of the night, I would freak at such a sound.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep. 

I was in a blue land. Everything was a sky blue color. Everything looked calming, and relaxing. Everything looked nice.

There was a blue tree. It had blue flowers on each branch. It looked like it slithered from the movie, Mulan. 

There was a sparkling lake, many flowers, a hiking path, and down the hiking path was a cabin.

I did the first thing I thought I should do. I walked down the path, all the way to the cabin. Unlike everything else the cabin was a dark blue. It stuck out. It was rare. 

I pressed on the door, but when I did I caught a glimpse of myself. I had a lace dress that fell to my ankles. That was blue. I loved the dress. My hand fell to my head, and I felt my hair. I had it in a bun, and two curly peices fell at the side of my face. 

I lifted my arms up. My one arm was a perfect peach color. My other arm, however had hundreds, if not thousands of white scars. I felt them. I shivered at my cold touch. It hurt when it made contact with my hand. 

I looked back up to see the cabin's door open wide. I walked inside. There was just a bedroom. That was all that was there. It had a blue bed, with pretty flowers everywhere. There was a rocking chair in the corner of the room. There was a fridge and table near the bed. 

I went up to the bed and rubbed my hand on it. It was soft. I neared the side of the bed, but something caught my eye. There was an unconsicous Niall laying there. 

"Niall!!" I screamed. I didn't even have control on my words. I tried to lift him up to lay him on the bed, but instead I saw my cut but it was on his arm. It was the same exact cut that I cut, but it was on his arm. I looked at the floor, and there was a huge pool of blood coming from his arm.