Remember Me //[Sequel to Promise Me] Completed [✔️]

Breathe Me

Trigger warning.

Tegan's P.O.V
August 2015

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I have locked myself in my room for the last three days. I don't come out to eat, or shower. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My phone has been turned off. I couldn't bare to face the media now. Zayn kept bringing me food, asking if I wanted to talk, just providing all this comfort for me, but I pushed him away. I made him leave everyday.

He was full of questions. He never got the story of what happened in Boston. Niall, I had told him everything, but I made him swear to not tell the others. I wasn't ready. I promised I would, and I still planned to. I just needed time.

Of course they had seen the pap photos, but Niall got them to be quiet. I can't imagine what Zayn is thinking right now. I'm afraid to see him. What if he hates me now, too? I'm just one massive fuck up. I never do anything right. I'm such a dumb ass. Not only was that interview being broadcasted live over the radio, but it was being filmed.

I looked at my alarm clock that sets on my bedside table. It was midnight. Without thinking I got out of bed, and went over to my laptop on my desk. I opened the lid, and immediately opened a web browser. I found Twitter in my bookmarks.

she's such an attention seeking bitch

go back to your mom's uterus

Ouch. She was gone forever. I didn't even have time to fully process it. Honestly, I think I blocked it out. How could Clake lie about something so trivial?

Of course no one had sex with her. she's nasty. bet she still begged for it

sweet and innocent? more like impure  and bitchy

omg peer pressure excuse? classic

why would she even be in the radius of college kids EVER

- she probably forgets she's
like a freshman.

- this is what happens when they let kids in Hollywood

A video of me lashing out on Candace played. People commented about how I was media trained to flip the story into me looking like a victim. How I brought up just the right details to pull sympathy.

Tears sprung my eyes, quiet sobs escaped my mouth as my shoulders started to shake. The tears fell from my eyes like waterfalls.

I pushed my computer back on my desk. I took a deep breathe and wiped my nose. I covered my face with my hands, and sat there sobbing. Hyperventilating, not being able to control my breathing, or the loud cries coming out of my mouth.

I sat back up, wiping my mouth, and slamming my laptop shut. I got up from my desk, and just paced my room, crying. I went to my dresser, and started throwing stuff down.

I'm never going to be good enough.

Why is life so complicated? I feel like the world is split into two; me versus everyone else.

I pressed my hands against the wall, taking deep breathes, keeping my eyes on the ground. I stood up straight, I went to my mirror, and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I tried to wipe the days old mascara from under my eyes, but it wouldn't come clean, so I gave up. I threw my oversized Nike hoodie on.