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Chapter 13: Please Don't Remind Me.

Zayns POV:

After Bree went to find Niall, I went into the mall to find the guys.

Its been 3 hours since then. I am about to call the police. I knew I shouldn't have her go by herself. Me and the other guys have been shopping , and right now where at the eating court. Right then my phone started to ring.

Started from the bottom now we're here

Started from the bottom now my whole team f*cking here

Started from the bottom now we're here

Started from the bottom now the whole team here, n*gga

Started from the bottom now we're here

Started from the bottom now my whole team here, n*gga

Started from the bottom now we're here

Started from the bottom now the whole team f*cking here

“Hello?” I said into the phone.

“Hey Zaynie it’s Bree,” The voice on the other end of the line said.

“Oh. My. God. Bree. You. Scared. Me. Half. To. Death.” I said slowly into the phone.

“Sorry babe,” She giggled. “Where are you guys?”

“Food court,” I replied.

“Kay, see ya soon, love” She said then hung up. I guess I ended up wandering away from the guys, so I walked back over to them. I hope she is okay. She sounded fine. I let out a breath, that I didn’t know I was holding in. “ Guys Bree called,” All of their gazes turned to me. I laughed at their response to her name. “Shes gonna be here in a couple of-” I was interrupted by someone jumping onto my back. I let out a girlish scream. “Don’t mess up my hair!” I shrieked. I heard the person on my back giggle. I felt them lower their head so that there lips were right next to my ear. “Wouldn’t want to do that, babe,” I heard Bree say seductively in my ear.

A shiver went down my spine. My stomach started to tingle. My palms got sweaty, and started to shake.

Why does she make me this way. Nervous. I always get so nervous around her.

She came around to look at my face. Then embraced me in a hug. “Thank you for letting me go,”She whispered in my ear.

“I’m not your keeper,” I said. She laughed and pulled out of our hug. I wanted her to be back in my arms. She laughed harder. What was she laughing at? Me? “Hey! Are you laughing at me?” I asked defended.

“Maybe,” She giggled. I laughed with her.

“Yo bitch get over here,” Someone called. Hurt flashed across Brees face, but then she covered it up.

“Coming,” She said solemnly. Her attitude COMPLETELY changed. Why was that? Did I do something? No... I thought. I’ll just have to ask her about it later.

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-Back at Bree’s house-

Bree’s POV:

After shopping for 3 hours we went back to my house. Well my boys left so it was just Zayn, Niall, Harry, Louis, Liam, and me. They didn’t go home because they didn't want me to be alone. Whatever. I’m alone most of the time. I tried to tell them I would be fine. But they didn't listen.

Right now we were playing Black Ops. In my room. Well I wasn't playing. I was on GifBoom. “Hey fellas?” I asked. All heads turned to me.

“Don’t call us fellas. Ever,” Liam said sternly. Wow that side of him scared me.

“Okay,” I said. I started to shake. He reminded me of....

Them.

Tears started to swell into my eyes. The boys stared at me. Wide eyed.

I got up and pushed passed Zayn, and Niall.

They were calling my name, but I ignored them.

I ran over to my closet, and flung open the door. I quickly went inside ‘Cause I could hear footsteps following me. I put my back against the door and slid down till my but hit the ground. Then the waterworks came.

I cried.

And cried.

And cried.

Till I couldn’t cry anymore.

All the words they said to me played over. And over in my head.

Nobody likes you.

Your a slut.

Kill yourself.

Pathetic skank.

Whore.

You wish you had friends don’t you? But no one wants be be friends with you!

I walked over to the mirror and took in my appearance. I had red, puffy, swollen eyes. With tear streaks staining my cheeks. I sighed. I couldn't get those words out of my head.

Those words are the reason I was in the hospital. For almost bleeding to death.

Those words are the reason that I switched schools.

Those words are the reason for me acting like one of the boys.

They replayed in my head over. And over.

The way Liam raised his voice at me...... It just... Made me remember.

I screamed in aggravation. I flung open the cabinet to my desk. I flung the things around in it. Old make-up my mom had bought me. Hair supplies I never use. Then I found the plastic container. Holding the revolution, to my problems. I slammed the cabinet closed and held the box in my hands.

If I open this box, and take what's inside, out. Then I can escape. At least for a couple of seconds. I thought fiddling with the box in my hands.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

I opened the box and took out a new razor. It had brown paper lining the edges so that it wouldn't cut anything, or anyone accidentally. I pulled the paper of gently. Being careful not to cut my fingers of.

I fiddled with the razor in my hand before bring it up to my left forearm. I scanned over the scars I had before putting the razor into my skin.

The feeling I loved. The feeling that made me forget. That feeling went over my body.

I felt the sharp razor cut thro my skin as if it was paper. I did it over, and over until my arm was not visible. I was covered in blood. Blood was all over my carpet. My dest. My clothes.

My vision started to get hazy. I knew it was from losing so much blood. I made my way to my closet door. I unlocked it with my right hand, and flung the door open.

And there waiting for me was One Direction. There faces lit up when they saw, but then there gaze landed on my arm. There mouths dropped, and eyes widened. “Oh. My. God,” Was the last thing I heard.

I'm sorry that is got really sad. But, I promise it will get better!

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