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I felt the tears stream down my face as I stared at the screen of my phone.
'You don't deserve him.'
'You're an ugly as bitch who should burn in hell.'
'You're then one who's going to break up the band.'
'I hope you fall of a bridge and die.'
'Go bleed on a pole skank.'
I felt more tears run down my face as I read through the hateful tweets. More and more everyday, I just wanted to end it all.
I tried twice already but didn't succeed since Harry found me both times. Sometimes I wish he would've just left me to die.
It's times like this I wish we would've stayed a secret and never told anyone about our relationship but that was a little too late now.
I locked my phone, throwing it on the bed as I stood up. I walked to my dresser and opened a drawer, rummaging through my shirts to the very bottom to find a couple of razor blades.
I took them in my hand and shut the drawer then walked to the hall bathroom. I slowly opened the door, tip toeing so Harry wouldn't hear me.
I gently shut the door, trying not to make a slamming noise. I placed the blades on the counter as I looked up at the mirror.
I stared at my reflection as if it were another person. It was. The real me wouldn't be doing this but I've change myself.
Ever since I met Harry I felt obligated to make his fans happy and forget all about his and my needs. I gently shook it off and picked up one of the blades.
I turned over my arm, my wrist facing up. I let out a sigh as I inched the blade closer to my delicate skin.
As I could feel the cool blade, I pressed it down, forcing it into myself. As the blade cut through the layer of skin I bit down on my bottom lip, trying as hard as I could to not cry out in pain.
It was so painful, hurt like hell but there was just that tiny bit that made me feel good. It was the adrenaline kicking in that made it feel so nice.
Instead of pulling the blade away, I deepened the fresh cut as blood rose to the surface of my skin. Tears formed in my eyes as I pulled the blade away, air running through my open wound.
I took a few moments before placing the blade an inch under the cut, forcing it back into my skin. I repeated what I'd just done a few seconds ago numerous of times until there were cuts halfway up my arm.
The pain was excruciating and I eventually couldn't take it anymore. I threw the blade on the counter and looked at my bleeding arm.
I placed my back against the door and slid down as I buried my face in my knees, balling my eyes out.
***
"Babe? Telesia, babe, are you in there?"
I opened my eyes, forgetting where I was. As I looked around I remembered what had happened and guessed that I must've drifted into a sleep after I cried out all of my pain.
I heard a few more knocks, more like bangs, at the door, "Baby, are you okay?"
He turned the locked door knob several times. I swiftly stood up, forgetting about the uncleaned cuts on my arm, and unlocked the door.
I opened the door to see a sincere Harry.
He took two steps closer to me and wrapped his arms around me, "I just saw what all those girls said about you. They're not true, Telesia. Don't listen to them, babe. Don't make then do something you'll regret."
