Its Nothing

Chapter 1

Harry and I had been dating for 3 years. I'm terrified to open my twitter. Hate. Hate for no reason. Hate because of jealousy.

Those are some pretty loyal fans... NOT.

He should be mine

Slut

Whore

You don't deserve him

Selfish bitch

He can do better

Fat

Stupid

I hope you die

No one likes you

Harry should dump your sorry ass

Ugly

I hope he kills you in your sleep

Commit sucicide it'll make the world a better place

Die bitch

We all hate you

The fans were eating me alive.

I couldn't take it no more... I barged to the bathroom, searching frantically for my eye liner sharpener. Once I found it, I ran to Harry's room. I opened his top drawer of his dresser searching for the screw driver he kept in it.

"Come on... Please be in here!!!" I screamed... Since Harry was with the boys, no one was home to hear me.

After about 10 minutes of searching, most everything was on Harry's floor. Then back in the very corner there was the black handle of the small tool.

"Thank god!" I cried.

I ran back to the bathroom and locked the door, just incase Harry came home early. I put the screw driver to the sharpener and began to unscrew the blade from it.

"Got it!!!" I screamed.

I grabbed a washcloth and began to slide down the bathroom wall.

"Do it you fat whore." My mind screamed.

I then rolled up my sleeve to reveal my wrist. I then gently ran the blade over the thin skin on my wrist. Blood immediately began to pour out.

"Fuck" I cried.

"That isn't enough you ugly slut" my Mind rang.

The blade continued to slide over my once pure wrist. After 15 neat cuts lined my wrist, I dabbed the washcloth to the open wounds. Every little touch sent vibes of pain through my whole body. Blood would not stop pouring out. The more I used the washcloth to soak it up, the more I shook. At this point I was shaking like crazy, too much blood was pouring out and I felt like I might faint. My vision began to blur and I couldn't think straight.

I totally forgot about my wrist and grabbed on to the counter and pulled myself to standing so I could take a look in the mirror... Immediately I started crying. My wrist will never look the same.

"Why me?" I cried.

Blood was now all over my arm and some had gotten onto my shorts. I struggled to opened the cabinet to grab the gauze and band aids. I removed the wrappers from the gauze and placed them heavily on my wrist not really remember what was there.

"Ahh!!" I yelled as pain was shot through my body. "Oh god, mhhh, ouch." I continued to wrap to gauze around my whole wrist.

Once all covered, I took the band aids and an ace bandage wrap and wrapped it around my wrist. It felt like someone was hitting my spine with a hammer. I could hardly stand.