Suicide / / muke [SLOW UPDATES]

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||Mikeys pov||

Calum, Niall and i walk to Calum's house after school,

"Are you sure your really okay Mikey?" Niall asked worriedly, I look up to him and Calum gives me a glare,

You should tell them Pretty boy

"Yes, I'm fine actually" I responded with a fake smile, Niall stops walking and grabs my wrist , I winched at the pain as Niall gives me a confused look .

"Please, s-stop" I stutter as tears began run down my face , Niall lifts up my bracelets and his eyes widen and with a gasp from Calum .

"Michael, Why do you do this?" Calum asked and hugs me tight, Calum pulls away and Niall hugs me then.

Niall pulls away, "Why do you do this Mikey? Please just tell us, we'll fix this" he pauses for a while, "together" he finished,

Niall stares at me with those cute puppy eyes that I can't stand, I look over to Calum as he pouts his lip then puts his hands under his chin doing the 'puss in boots act',

"I just hate my fucking life! Thats it! is that you wanted to fucking hear?! I just hate it so much! i always think it will be better off without me! I just wish i was dead!" I yell as more tears began to stream down my face. Calum and Niall were shocked what i have said. They both have widen eyes. I run to my house and open the door then slammed it.

"Honey?" My mum asked but all i could do is ignore and run to my room. i opened my bed room door then slammed it like i did before.

a knock was heard on the door as i hear my mum's voice,"Honey? Are you okay?"

I replied a 'yes' as she replied an 'okay'. Couple minutes later i crawled under my bed then looked under and took a little box, i took the lid off then pulled out my blade.

I don't deserve to live.

Cut.

Everyone will be happy when I'm gone.

Cut.

No one will ever notice.

Cut.

After a couple more cuts I cleaned it up. I stared at my bloody wrist. I chocked on a sob as I slid my back against the wall till my bum hit the floor.

'28' I kept whispering over and over. Today is December 16 2015. Almost Christmas.

I looked at my non-stop bleeding wrist. My fingers are getting cold by the loss of blood. I got up then wiped my tears. I looked at my self in the mirror.

'Why do I have to be so god damn ugly?' I whispered. I took out some bandages and a rag to clean my cuts. I gently tabbed the cuts with the rag then putted some bandages.

I sigh and got up. I checked my phone and saw a message from Niall and Calum.

27 minutes ago
dickhead(cal): Please tell me and Niall what's wrong. We don't want you going insane and shit like that. Call me later when your doing okay , love you:)

An hour ago
sweetheart(ni): Calum and I are really shocked about your outburst, hope everything's doing okay, I'm really worried about you Mikey:( just give me a call when your doing okay:)love you Mikey<3

I smiled weakly at the messages. I decided to text back.

To: dickhead(cal): I'm doing okay. I'm sorry for yelling at you guys. It's not you guys' fault.

To: sweetheart(ni): I'm sorry about the outburst. It's just things have been bothering me lately. I wasn't in a mood. Maybe me, you and Calum can hang out tomorrow? My place at 6:)

I pressed send on both then flopped on my bed and plugged my phone to the charger and let sleep take over me.