Cyberbully (One Direction)

Chapter 1

I cried as I shut my laptop and thought about what he said. I was ugly. Fat. I didn't deserve to be here. I didn't deserve to live. I was tired. So tired of this.

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest stake knife. I raised it above my breast.

I, Delilah Smith, was about to kill myself. Its been a good 16 years, but I couldn't carry on with him hating me.

I reached down and wrote what time it was on a piece of paper. My time of death.

I took a deep breath, and whispered 'its okay. I deserve.'

Without a second thought, pressed the knife into my chest.

A cold feeling swept over me, and I fell to the ground. I was bleeding rapidly, losing strength by the second. I moved my eyes down. The knife was high up on my chest. Too high.

I had missed my heart. I had failed at suicide. Its just like he said. I'm a failure, at everything I do.

I heard the jingle of keys and footsteps.

And gasps. And crys. And screams. And sirens.

They were going to save me. I didnt want to be saved.

I felt hands pick me up and place me on something. I think it was a gurney. I was losing feeling in my head. My eyelids fluttered. The last thing I saw was my mother's face. It held surprise, worry, and tears.

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I opened my eyes to hear a beep, beep, beep, sound. I saw an IV in my arm. I was wearing a hospital gown.

I was in the hospital.

I was alive.

I sighed. I shouldn't have done it. I should've drank bleach, or jumped off a building, or, or anything else. Something I couldn't be saved from.

I hated this. He was probably sending me hate messages right now.

"Ms. Smith?" a voice interrupted me from my thoughts.

"Yes?" I asked the nurse.

"According to our data, we have the evidence that you were trying to commit suicide?"

I sighed. "Yes ma'am, I was." I replied quietly.

She gave me a sorrowful look and came in to sit next to me.

"Dear, do you like the band One Direction?"

Well, that was an odd question. But, who doesn't? Losers, that's who.

"Uh... yeah..." I replied.

She smiled warmly, and held out her right hand for me to shake. "Hi, I'm Suzanne Cowell. My brother, Simon, is One Direction's manager. I have the boys come sing to teen suicide survivors to make them feel good. Would you like that?"

I shook her hand slowly in disbelief. "I, uh, I don't wanna be a burden but..."

"Oh no, dear, they love it!" Suzanne said.

I smiled. Excitement bubbled inside me. "Okay!" I shouted. This is amazing. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Except maybe... Him.

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