A tweet. From someone I don't even know.
"I'm glad Liam dumped you. You're a whore."
The tears start to fall. Then there's more.
"Slut. He deserves better." "Ha I knew he'd dump you. You're ugly."
I start bawling my eyes out. I rush to the bathroom and lock the door even though Anna isn't home. I go to the top drawer and pull out a blade. It's been years ince I've done this. I put it to my wrist. I close my eyes and push it down.
I open my eyes and see the blood dripping down my arm.
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a/n I do NOT in any way support cutting. If anyone needs to talk because they do cut I will listen and help! This is just for the story!
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I wake up on the bathroom floor. Anna still isn't home.
I check my phone, avoiding my twitter account. Anna texted saying she would be at dinner with her mom.
I go to the kitchen to make some coffee even though it's late at night. I look down and see my arm. It brings tears to my eyes, bringing back the tweets.
When Anna gets home, I put my jumper on so she won't see my arm.
"Are you really cold?" she asks. I nod. "It's like 75 degrees outside."
"Well I'm inside." I snap.
She looks kinda hurt.
"Anna I'm sorry."
"It's fine," she says slowly.
I feel really guilty now. Damnit. I can't be like that to my best friend.
I walk to my room slowly, trying not to cry again. My phone starts to ring. I answer it before looking at who was calling.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hey, Brooke," Niall says. My heart stops for a second.
"Um...hi," I speak slowly.
"This isn't about Liam or anything. We're friends now too. Remember?" he asks.
I nod and then realize he can't see me. "Yeah, we are," I tell him.
"Well we're gonna have a couple weeks off soon and I was wondering if for a couple days I could stay with you?" he asks nervously.
"Of course you can, Niall. I would love to have you around."
"Really? Awesome. I haven't told Liam that yet though, so don't tell him yet, okay?"
"Niall," I say slowly.
"Yeah?"
"Me and Liam aren't really talking, remember?" I say. I actually let out a giggle at Niall's gasp on the other end.
"Oh, Brooke, I'm so sorry!" he starts to apologize.
"It's fine, Niall. I'm not mad."
I hear him sigh. "Good."
We talk for a few more minutes and then he says he has to get off for an interview. Then he tells me to tune into it. I don't wanna tell him how bad it will hurt to see Liam, so I say I will.
I flip to the channel. The interviewer is in her mid-thirties and is totally flirting with Louis. I let out a small laugh.
"Hello boys," she says with a fake smile plastered on. "How are each of you?"
Niall answers first. "I've been great." Zayn nods with him, a huge smile.
"Yeah I've been really good, too!" Louis says. He looks so happy. I miss these boys.
"Yeah," Liam says, a small smile playing at his lips.
"I think we've all been doing really good. We all love going on tour so it's been a good time for us," Harry says.
The interviewer nods.
"Now," she says. "Onto relationships."
