Check the Clock

Chapter 11

"Wait,what?" Chloe said

"I'm actually 14." I said slowly, tears welling up in my eyes

"Bu-ho-wa-huh!?" She tried to form words but failed

I sighed and took off my necklace. My luscious curls became curly ringlets, my baby face was back, I was getting shorter, and the clothes were falling off my thin frame. The tears flowed freely. I looked at Chloe her expression went from shocked to amused to concerned to baffled to mutual.

"What are we going to tell the lads?!" She asked

"Nothing." I said as if it were fact

"Oh alright." Chloe said

We speed off towards my house.

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I walked into my house at 3:15 and pulled out some things to make pizza with. I yanked out frozen dough and spread on some sauce and cheese. As a second thought, I added pepperoni. I popped it in the oven. It was 3:45 by now. I slipped out my phone and scrolled through Twitter.

@rileystyles: @Aby_Smith_ Is a poser! She is in it for the money! Retweet this and get #Abysmithissuchaposer trending!

It was retweeted and trending.

@maliksbabe: @Aby_Smith_ (random link)

I clicked the link. It was a hate page dedicated to me. There were edits if me kissing all the other members of 1D. There were things worse than the Taywhoreswift incident. And there wasn't a single person sticking up for me. Then I saw it; #AbySmithshouldkillherself, #AbySmithshouldrinkbleach #AbySmithshouldoverdoseonpills, ETC. I looked for hate on Chloe but it was all nice things. Bex, Alexis and Emily hadn't been discovered but as soon as they were, rumors would be flying. Why is the whole world out to get me?!

I ran into my room crying. I couldn't even grasp what was going on around me until I saw the blood. I had one cut for each member of One Direction. My left arm had 2 slashes near the inside of my elbow; as did my right arm. The last was across my stomach. Directly above my ribs. But the pain slowly faded. I slashed at my arms and stomach, my thighs now feeling the pain.

{Internal Conflict}

Good Aby:STOP! You promised your friends back in America you wouldn't!

Bad Aby: Why stop?,! No one will care!

G: Chloe, Liam, Zayn, Louis, Niall, Bex, Alexis, Emily, your mom, your friends back in America...Harry

B: Well why don't we go

I grabbed my iPod and started playing a Video.

My friends, Sayge and Alyssa, were on my screen. Alyssa was sitting in front of a piano and Sayge in front of a microphone.

"Hey Aby!" Sayge and Alyssa said in sync

"If your watching this, you must be in real pain..." Alyssa said all serious

"It will all blow over and you know it." Sayge said

"Don't do something stupid because it hurts it now that you'll regret forever." Alyssa said

"So Alyssa wrote you this song because it will help." Sayge said

"I hope you like it! Stay strong babe." Alyssa said

Before starting to play the piano. Sayge's voice filled the air:

'She paints a pretty picture

But the story has a twist

The paintbrush is a razor

And the canvas is her wrist

And that poor suffering artist

She finally ends up dead

Surrounded by a puddle

Of beautiful bright red

She only saw her flaws

Believed they made her up

Her drug is sadness

And she can't put it down

She's addicted to it

It took her away from reality

Madeher see things in a whole new way

Everyday gets harder

It's a nightmare

So young, so damaged

Breaking down all the time

She pulls the blade across her wrist

How much longer until the voices in her head win?

Painting is her escape

But the story has a twist

You see her mind was her razor

And her heart was her wrist'