A Tour, One Direction, My BFF, and My Life. What could go wrong?

Chapter 28 Part 1

Ok! Time to update! If just one person comments then ill upload around Thursday! Ok! So um, enjoy the chapter!

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Annie’s POV

Gripping the blade tightly I touched it to my skin.

Just as I was about to let it pierce my skin, “Don’t do it.” I heard a voice behind me.

I turned around to see a red eyed Niall standing behind me. My breath caught in my throat. He collapsed next to me. I didn’t look into his eyes. I looked down at the razor in my hand. It was still in the position where if I pressed it down it would cut me. Niall took a deep breathe and I could feel him staring at my hands.

“Please don’t” he whispered. No one had ever begged me to stop. My tears dripped onto my lap. Niall lifted my chin and tilted my head towards him so I looked into his eyes. More tears slowly fell down my cheeks. He gently wiped them away.

“Annie, I won’t let you hurt yourself. I hate seeing those scars on your wrist.” He spoke.

“I know, that’s why you don’t love me anymore. No one would ever love a suicidal, anorexic, cutting girl. No one does. They let her continue to hurt herself and don’t care. They leave her after they found out what she did to herself. They see the scars and run. They never care again.” I explained to him. He stayed silent but he pulled out a small piece of paper. It was folded neatly. He opened it up.

“Remember that one girl you knew? The bright, happy, cheerful girl you once laughed with? She isn’t like that anymore. She now sits at home crying, cutting, wishing she could die. So much has changed her. What really changed everything was that you left her. You left her alone and her thoughts ate her away. Her life got worse each day. Her friends left her and her parents don’t know what she does. You left her alone and now she truly is alone. She’s not smiling, she’s frowning. She’s not laughing, she’s crying. She’s not happy or cheerful or bright. She’s depressed, sad, and lonely. All because you left her on her own, because you got scared.” He read to me. I stared at him.

“Where did you find that.” I growled. He looked up at me.

“It fell out of your pocket. Annie, when did you write this?” he asked me. I looked down at my hands. We were sitting across from each other Indian style. I didn’t respond.

“Annie,” he said quietly. My eyes filled with tears I looked up. “When I was 9.” I spoke.

His eyes flashed with anger then they went back to sadness. “Annie, what don’t I know? Who left you? Please, tell me everything. From the beginning. Please,” he pleaded. I took a deep breathe and looked him in the eyes.

“Alright fine. My life started out perfect. I was loved by my mother and father. My mum was gorgeous. She had curly brown hair and beautiful green eyes. My dad had blonde hair and gray eyes. My mum and dad loved me so much from the day I was born. My mum had actually loved me then. The three of us were one happy family. They were always there and I have one memory that’s really special to me. My dad, he was amazing. One day I had gotten a 100 percent on my spelling test and when I ran home I showed my parents. My daddy picked me up and spun me around and congratulated me as did my mum. My dad thought we should go celebrate and took us out to dinner. To my favorite place. It was a small little restaurant. It was called Sally’s Place. We all ate then shared a big sundae at the end. I remember how he put some ice cream on my nose,” I broke there. I sobbed into my hands for a few moments. After a minute I took a deep breath and continued.

“We all went home after that. But then after that night everything went downhill. My dad received news that he had leukemia. I was 8 years old when we got the news. My dad started to spend more time with us at home. It was my 9th birthday. He had spent all day with me. He took me out of school and mom got off work and we spent the whole day together. At the end of the day we fell asleep in a tent set up in our living room. The next day we spent the day together again. The second day was a Friday. The weekend was the same. Each day together, it continued into the week as well. Until Thursday came. That was the worst day of my life. My dad died at 11:15 a.m. that day. I cried for the whole day. I didn’t talk to anyone. I went into depression at a young age. I cut at the age of 9. I understood everything. My mom of course took it worse than I did. She started to go to clubs and bars every night after work and I was home alone. She’d come home drunk and I took care of her. Until one time she brought home a guy, Drew. He got my mom into drugs.” I wiped my tears away and continued. Niall’s eyes didn’t leave mine.