Star of my life // Joe Sugg fanfic

Chapter 9

I'm walking towards the cafe, when I see a familiar figure standing in the line. I try to figure out who it is, but my mind goes blank. She's seen me now, and is walking over to me, an evil smirk growing across her face.

As she comes closer, I realise who it is. Beth. The girl who bullied me for five years. I turn around before she comes near me, to get away from her. I can't escape, she's close behind me now. I start walking faster, not realising everyone's giving me weird looks. I don't care what people think, I just want to get away from her.

I turn around, quickly, and notice she's getting closer and faster. I start to run, but then I realise she'll run ever faster. I break into a run, not caring if she catches up with me. I just want to get away from her.

I feel someone's hand on my wrist. I try to pull away but the grip tightens, making sure I can't get away.

"You're with me now, you can't get away." She hisses. "You're a little, selfish bitch who doesn't care about anyone but herself. You wouldn't care if your best friend of yours, Joe, fell off a bridge and got killed. You're useless, nobody likes you and nobody cares about you. Your family wants you gone, gone for life. So do I. So does Joe. So does Zoë. Everyone does, because your a useless piece of shit."

I feel her loosen her grip on my wrist and use that chance to get away. I run all the way home, tears stinging in my eyes, threatening to escape.

I reach the house with her close behind. I quickly close the door behind me and lock the door. I race up to the top of the stairs and into my room.

I find my parcel and unwrap it, the blade shining in the light. A smirk grows on my face. This brings back good memories. I lift the blade up, careful not to break it. I slide down on the wall and look at the blade. The smirk on my face grows bigger the more I look at it.

I feel my body tense as I place the blade on my skin. My heart beats faster and faster, making me breath heavily. Then, quickly, I push down on my skin. I slit the blade across my skin and scream, making me jump a little. That's better

I repeat the process until I feel better about myself. I'd been holding back the need to cut, and it was a horrible feeling.

Then, a feeling of doubt and gut flows over me, making me curl up in a ball on the floor in a heap, crying my feelings away. After about two minutes, somebody knocks faintly on the door.

"Lili, are you alright?" It's Joe. My heart starts to pound, my stomach churns and I'm sick all over the bathroom floor. It happens three times again until I can finally reply.

"What?" I ask, feeling nervous.

"Can I come in?" He says through the door lock. I try to stand up off the floor but my legs are faint and won't let me stand up.

"I can't."

"You can, just believe in yourself."

"No, Joe, I can't move. My legs are faint and my wrists are painful." He's silent, then I hear the door open and he walks in to the room, a look of worry on his face.

"You promised me you wouldn't do this again," he says, almost crying. He sits down onto the floor with me and pulls me into a hug.

"I'm sorry."