Your Guardian Angel || Liam Payne {Completed}

Chapter Eighteen: Panic Attacks

*Liam's POV*

I didn't hear a response from the opposite side of the door but I did hear slight clatter within the silence from the crying girl. So I opened the door. Makayla looked at me with puffy red eyes. I glanced at the sweatshirt which had blood stains on its fabric covering her wrists. and there was blood on the floor. Then I looked to her hands and saw a sharp object. She hid her hands be hind her back. 

"Makayla…" I said walking in and closing the door behind me. I walked towards her and put my hand out. "Give me them. All of them." She looked at me wide eyed.

"My babies. No! No Liam neve-" 

"Makayla." I said looking at her sternly. "Just give them to me." I said softer. She handed me the blade in her hand and I grabbed her finger and pulled down the sweatshirt sleeve. She winced away with tears in here eyes. "Makayla… I'm so sorry." I whispered. She bent down opening the cabinet and pulled out a small box and placed it in my hand closing the doors and sitting on the side of the tub. I opened the box. Inside was a locket, blades, and a piece of paper folded up really tiny. I set the box down and put down the top of the toilet seat sitting there. I grabbed the paper and unfolded it.

'Whore, slut, emo, bitch, dog, cunt, fat.'

Were a few of the words ensiled on the sheet. I just had tears in my eyes until i looked lower.

'Cut deeper next time.'

'No one likes you.'

'Kill yourself already.'

And then I saw something vaguely familiar. A longer passage.

'Go cry to Mummy and Daddy. Oh wait, thats right. You don't have a Mum and Dad. They left you alone because you're such a little whore and they couldn't stand looking at you. And neither can anyone else.'

I gasped. It was her. Makayla was that girl. 

"Reagan… bullied you?" I asked in disbelief. I knew Reagan was mean but not to someone as sweet as Makayla.

"She still does, Liam." Makayla said quietly choking on the last word as she began to sob.

"Hey, hey, Mac." I said crawling to the floor and over to her. "It's alright." I soothed gathering her in my arms as sobs shook her small figure.

"Everyday Liam. Every fucking day all I hear are those names and people saying things like that to me. I'm different. I have no friends, I'm not pretty, I have no parents. Liam I'm just a big weirdo to everyone…" she trailed off.

"Makayla you aren't weird. If anything you're normal and your brother's the weird one. You're one of the nicest people I've met and I haven't even known you that long. If you want a friend I'll be your only friend. And no you aren't pretty… you're absolutely beautiful. Your parents missing… That's alright. Matt doesn't have parents either. I hope you're listening to me Makayla. I'm telling the truth." I said pulling back in-between to wipe her tears and look at her. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were a dull grey. I smiled at the girl trying to get her to smile back. She did slightly and I stood up and helped her up as well. She walked to the sink and pulled off her sweatshirt. Underneath she had on a baggy tee-shirt that I assumed was her brothers. She washed her wrists and took out some anti-biotic cream and gauze covering the cuts. I walked behind her into her room where she pulled on another sweatshirt.