~Chapter Two~
Persephone's POV
"No! What are the hell are you doing?!" The mystery man yelled while I just sat paralyzed in his arms. That brought me back to life though.
"I need to die! Let me go! Stop it! I don't deserve to live. Let me fucking go. I'm giving everyone what they wanted. Now let me jump!" I thrashed around in his arms crying my heart out. I need to die. He may not understand but I do, very clearly. Why can't I just die already? I need it. I need to feel something. Please God. Let me die. Then he started stroking my hair so gently, that it felt like he thought I would break into a million pieces then and there. I already did though. Long ago. Damn it. I need to die. But his touch is so soothing. I calmed down a bit and finally got a good look at his face. Whoa. It's the gorgeous guy from the stage. Only sniffling now, I asked, "Why didn't you just let me die?"
With a shocked face, he replied. "Why wouldn't I? You don't deserve that pain and hurtful words that girl gave you. That's- that's just plain old disgusting. I can't believe anyone would do that. I wasn't going to let someone die when I'm there witnessing those events. Someone had to go after you." I didn't say a word to him. Then, he did something I never expected him to do. He hugged me. Wonderful was an understatement of how I felt in his arms at that moment. I felt, and as cliché as this sounds, I felt safe. Something I don't even feel around my parents. I nuzzled into his chest, my breathing ragged. I love this feeling.
"Persephone." He pulled away with confusion written on his face.
"What?" Chuckling I said it again.
"Persephone, that's my name. Persephone Pierce." I said, surprisingly, confidently.
"Well in that case, my name is Payne. Liam Payne. That's a beautiful name by the way, well for a beautiful girl." Liam stated with a wink. My face was probably as red as a tomato. He looked at me with sadness as he wiped my remaining tears away. I gave him a thankful smile.
"Shouldn't you be singing to girls downstairs? You are in that band, um, something Direction, right?" He chuckled.
"That's a first. You don't know who we are, do you?" I shook my head side to side. "It's One Direction, by the way." My mouth formed into an 'o' shape. I got up out of his arms and started to walk away, but was pulled back by Liam's firm hand. I turned his way and raised an eyebrow.
"I- um, I was wondering if I could have your number. If that's okay. I really want to talk more about what just happened. We should hang out some time. I want to get to know you better, Persephone." The way my name sounded coming from his mouth; it was pure ecstasy.
"Sure! Here you go." I handed him my IPhone 5 and he gave me his Blackberry. We exchanged numbers before I ran down the stairs to get to the bathroom. Ha, glad I could keep that happy act up. Now I just need my razor. I went to my locker first and grabbed all of my stuff to put in my backpack. Reaching into my pencil pouch, I pulled out my silver razor covered in dried blood. This was my release. I walked quickly to the bathroom, my backpack on my shoulder, and locked the door after making sure that no one was in there.
Pain. That's all I felt. No one knows that I cut my wrists. I mean, why give them another reason to torture me? I love my parents and I could tell them anything, but not this. Not this one. I knew that I could trust Liam though. He still looked familiar and oddly enough I feel attracted to him. I can't have a crush though. Not now. Maybe when all of this hurt goes away but I doubt that it will. He was so sweet and caring. Sighing I looked at myself in the mirror. Disgusting. One cut.
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my compass. //l.p.&n.s.//
Fanfictionpersephone pierce was a nobody. she was bullied, she was broken, she was hurt, but that changed when she was about to get rid of it all. liam saved her before she jumped, and thank god he did or else they would have never fallen in love. there's hap...