Your POV
You sat on your sharred bed, you are shuffling through your twitter account. Their were hatters as always things like
Sarah doesnt deserve to be with Liam, I do.
You dont take hate to serosly just jealous fans, hating on you just because they think they can get Liam that way. Not that they can, then you continued to read one caught your attention it read
hey all Sarah hatters, please stop. Your doing it all wrong, we should all polt to kill her, then Liam could be ours.
That one struck your hard, you started crying a little. You closed your laptop and feel back, sobbing, you felt something inside you. You walked to the kitchen grabbed a knive, and pressed it to your wrist. Blood spilled from your open cut, you pressed it to your skin three more times. Two on each side, you felt arms around you pulling you away from the kitchen. It was to tight to turn around to see them, a hand grabbed the knive out of your hands.
"Sarah! What the hell are you doing?!?!" No words came out, you were sobbing. He wrapped his arms around yours,
"babe tell me what this is about. Please."
"Haters, their planning on killing me."
"Who told you this?"
"I read it on Twitter." Liam got up, grabbed the bloody knive, and got his laptop. He got on Twitter and started typing
all Sarah haters, making her feel this bad. and hating her wont make me like you anymore, i like the ones that accept me and Sarah. So please stop!
He closed his laptop and smiled at you,
"babe, I wish you had talked to me. Now im scared this will become a thing."
"It wont." And you ment it.
Sorry if its really bad, i was rushed. Thx for commenting, hope you enjoyed. :D
