Saved

Living beathing loving

Dead.

Gone.

Why did he do this to me?

I have no one to go to now.

Niall, Zayn, Liam and Harry?

There are apart of one direction;

Which means they are apart of him.

I can't stay strong anymore.

My mom can't stop me; I won't let

Anyone stop me.

Because of him, I'm doing this.

He dumped me cause I'm worthless,

A slut, fat, ugly, annoying...

I got up from my position beside Jake,

And I got what I had hoped I would never use again- or even see again for that matter.

My box.

And what was in it you may ask.

My life, memories of me and the guys and my blades.

Why I would have pictures of the guys- but mostly of him in there?

So I would think that they wouldn't want me hurt and that I was way better than that, to one of them by hurting myself.

But no, I need him out of my life.

I grabbed my lighter from the bottom of the box; that I used to burn myself, and my scissors- that I used to cut.

I rummaged through the pictures looking for any of them with him in them.

If any of the other guys were In the picture I would just cut him out; if it was just me and him I would burn it.

Of corse I had way more pictures of us but I didn't feel like Destroying those at the moment.

In fact I didn't feel like doing anything now.

Living.

Breathing.

Loving.

Anything, I didn't feel like doing.