My Miracle

Meeting you.

Niall’s P.O.V

Why do they hate me so much? What have I done?

My twitter page becomes blurred as tears well up in my eyes.

I hate this, I hate me.

Usually I’m really good at controlling my emotions, but the other boys have just left for Starbucks. Now I can’t control them anymore. I release a fury of tears and I scream and wail into my pillow.

I’m stupid. Dumb. Pathetic. Worthless. Fat. Ugly. Talentless. I am a freak.

I sit up sniffling and I push my laptop off of my bed. I angrily wipe away my tears with the back of my hand. My blonde hair that was once a perfect quiff now lies messily over my eyes, soaked with tears. My eyes are puffy and red, my cheeks are pale with tear stains. My fingers curl into a tight fist and I start punching my leg over and over again. The angrier I get the harder I punch my leg.

Soon my thigh has swollen incredibly and is being squeezed under the tight pressure of my skinny jeans. I kicked my shoes off and peel off my socks. I undo the black belt of my jeans and tug them down, I wriggle out of their tight grasp and kick them away. I wince in pain and stare at my pale thighs. My skin was once so pale and pure, now it’s covered with black and blue bruises. I run my fingers over them and groan in pain, the pain was deathly. It shot up my back and causes me to bend over and yelp. My warm tears soon began quickly splashing onto my ruined leg. I pull off my polo and walk into the bathroom. I looked into my gigantic mirror and stare at my reflection. My brown re-growth looks messy and out of place, the rest of my blonde hair looks greasy and mattered. It hangs over my face, hiding my wet eyes. My lower lip is trembling and has lost all of its plump, and pinkness. I pull my navy blue boxers off and toss them away. I put the plug into my marble bath and turn on the hot and cold water taps.

Once the bath is almost over flowing, and lapping back and forth at its sides, I turn it off and step in. I yelp and curse in pain as the hot water makes contact with my bruised skin. Before I sit down get an idea and I walk over to my bathroom cabinet. I open its mirrored doors and take out my razor. I gently tug at a lose blade and it falls to the ground with a clutter. I bend over and pick it up, my fingers wrap themselves tightly around it and I step back into the bath. I sit down and lean my back against the back wall of my bath. My hand opens up and reveals the blade glistening in my palm. My forefinger glides over its smooth surface and I pick it up. My fingers tighten their grip around it and I push it’s edge into my arm, I push it in deeper and deeper, dragging it roughly across my skin making a huge, deep line appear. I repeat this process eight times, with each cut becoming deeper. I do the same to both of my thighs before resting the blade of the edge of the bath. I sink lower into the water, the clear water soon turns blood red. I groan and empty the bath, I grab my fluffy towel, wrap it around my slim waist and pad into my room.

I sit myself down on my bed and stare it my cuts. The blood is all over my right arm and thighs, I rushed back into my bathroom and grab several towels and bandages. I also grab a wet flannel. I stumble back over to bed and dab at my wounds with the flannel and then dry them with the towels and wrap the bandages around my right arm and thighs. I feel the tears threatening to leak out of my eyes again.

Why am I such a pathetic, weak cry baby!

I sniffle and crawl over to my pillows, I pull back my covers and snuggle into them and nuzzle my face into my pillow and I cry myself to sleep.

Amber’s P.O.V

Poor Niall. I scroll through his twitter and all I see is nasty tweets.

Ew Niall you’re such a fat freak!