My eyes fluttered opened once again. Today could be the day. I did my daily routine.
1. Get up
2. Shower
3. Get dressed
4. Makeup
5. Cut
I've been cutting since the day it happened. Ugh, there was school today. I started to walk, but saw their grave and slowly walked towards it. I dropped in front of it and sobbed. I couldn't face everyone at school, so I left back home. I ran into my parents bedroom, laid on the bed and cried. The bedroom was so neat. I smelled the covers, it smelled like roses. It always did.
"Why'd you take them!"
I screamed not to anyone in particular. I heard a knock a few minutes later.
"Aunt Karen!"
I jumped and hugged her. She started to eye me. I pulled my long sleeves over my hands.
"Hey baby girl."
"Is Li-Li here?"
"Matter of fact, they all are."
"Finally."
The boys walked in right behind Aunt Karen. They all rushed to hug me. Me and Liam are way more brother and sister like, than cousins. I'd be moving in with him and the boys in a few days.
I almost started crying again. Then thought 'NO', they shouldn't see. We rode over to their ginormous house so they could show me around before I moved in.
"It's beautiful." Louis showed me to my room. I was left their alone.
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"It'll be okay, hunny."
Then he kicked the chair and dropped. My dad killed himself, to be with my mom. She died of a dangerous heart disease and he wanted to be with her. They left me. The worst part is they both died in front of my eyes. I was only 14. It'll be almost 3 years with out them. I've cut every single day since my mom passed. Deeper and deeper as time passes.
"Daddy stop!"
I screamed but it was to late. Right before the rope strangled him, he dropped something and mouthed sorry. I knew I was alone. I didn't even have the strength to call 911.
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I grabbed a glass vase full of roses and smashed it against the wall. How ironic, roses. I then ran to broken glass, and cut. Once. Then twice. Then all up my wrist. Blood raced down to my hands, I clenched my fists and punched the wall. I knew at that moment I couldn't step foot back into my old house.
"Dylan? Is everything okay??"
Liam rushed to my side. I quickly pulled down my sleeves. They examined the room and saw my mess.
"What the hell happened, Dyl?!"
"It.. Uh.. Fell."
"Is that? What's on the floor? Is that blood?!"
"Nope, it's just a little nail polish. Sorry, I'll clean it up."
"No, we got it." Offered Zayn.
They all left except for Harry. I've alway loved Harry.
"You might be fooling them, but you're not fooling me, love."
He just hugged me the left. The blood stained my shirt. So, I took one of Liam's. the boys decided its best for me to stay there starting now, so they'd grab my things in the morning.
I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and sickish. All of my things were on the floor of my room. I got a text from Niall saying the had a signing. I sat down next to my belongings and found a note with my name on it. It was in my mothers handwriting, that startled me At first.
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