Quick note. Its 9/11 guise xc. We watched the tralier for Flight 93 (I dont know how old it is) but I actually didnt sleep during it. It makes you re-think life. Ya know? Everything could just plumet and you could lose anything. If you're one of those people who laugh every year during the, what? 5 minutes of remembering of them you're pathetic. They saved so many lifes from getting ruined by risking their own. So yeah re-think that. So lets continue my update.
Oh and I got asked to Homecoming today cx I cried. Wut.
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"They let her out of the hospitial today..." Zayn said trailing off at the end a little bit.
Ever since that whole night I actually saw her I've been what most people say 'depressed'. I wasnt it was just how I felt most of the time knowing that she hated me. The boys had to come bring me food and other things and often they were forced to get me out of my bed. They just didnt understand my pain.
"Yeah, she didnt want to go home so she's still going to live here..." Liam said. I looked over at them.
They just looked straight back at me. My eyes were probably still puffy from the time I had spent crying. I bet they thought I was getting high due to the loss of her. But I wasnt. Were they lying to me?
Just then I heard Harrys slow and deep voice fill my apartment. Clearly he wasnt alone. The footsteps lead into my room. Charlie was next to him. She didnt look so hurt anymore. But she didnt want anything to do with me.
"Charlie." I said. She looked at me and I noticed the look in her eyes soften as she saw the state I was in.
"Niall why are your eyes all red and puffy?" she asked me. I looked at the ground.
"I couldnt stop the tears from escaping..." I told her. Liam sat next me and touched my arm.
"Sorry we havent been around much mate." he told me.
"You dont leave me alone." I truthfully told them. Smiles spread accrose their faces.
Charlie's p.o.v.~
Harry was the one that picked me up from the hospitial. He kept saying not to fight with Niall cause he was a for sure mess at the moment. A mess? What exactly was a mess of Niall?
The trees swiftly passed by the car. Droplets of rain began to splash against the windows. I found myself tracing over the patterns they created. The coolness of the glass as I pressed my finger to it relaxed me. Same as the music that played through the car. It was a song by Lifehouse. My sister loved them so I already knew all their songs.
Minutes later Harry pulled into the lot. I slowly got out not thinking about my decision to stay here. It wasnt a stupid one. But I wanted to stay safe. If that meant staying with Niall then that was my only choice.
"Just remember he's a bit of a mess." Harry warned me once more before we stepped into the flat. It was dirty.
Clothing lay all over the place and dishes and empty take-out boxes filled the counters. The smell of dust filled the air. I scruntched up my nose and began walking towards his room. Harry followed me.
When I entered the boys looked at me. Niall slowly lifted his head. His eyes were all red and puffy. Almost like he was crying and sleep deprived at the same time. Pain and guilt washed through me. My eyes travled along his body.
My eyes stopped at his arms. I wasnt sure if the boys noticed it or not but different size cuts spread across his inner arm part. My mouth opened slightly only to close quickly again.
Niall cut?
Third persons p.o.v~
Nialls secret was found out by Charlie. It wasnt even twenty minutes in the room before she figured it out by herself. The only part left was to have Niall tell her. That meant he needed to come clean and tell her everything that has been happening. The drugs, the partying, random sluts off the street, and drinking until he couldnt tell if it was day or night.
Charlie would be upset but that was why Niall made the choice to selfharm. He knew it was wrong but what other choice did he have?
He felt like he had nothing more to lose. Every night he attempted to slice his vain in half. To bleed out and be found by the boys hours later. So it would be to late.
But every night he failed. Only the try it again the next. Tears would trail down his cheeks as he did. Remembering everythind that he and Charlie had been through. All the hell it took for him to actually get her. All the pain he caused her.
But it turned out that he killed her. He killed her and it haunted his dreams. It was the reason he was afraid to sleep. It was a reason for her not to ever forgive him.
Soon the boys left and before Niall could say anything to her alone. She retreated back to her bedroom, quickly closing the door behind her and pressing her body against the cool wood. Tears fell down her cheeks. She knew that she was the reason he did that to his body.
Niall went into the bathroom thinking there was no hope left for him. He grabbed the cold razor blade and positioned it over his wrist. The same spot he has been trying to cut the vain from for about three days now. He pressed down on the blade feeling it slice into his skin.
"No!" He heard Charlies voice ring through the room.
He dropped the razor and hid his face in his hands. ashamed that he had just been caught by her. He felt her arms wrapped around his body. He snaked his own arms around her waist and they held each other for what seemed like hours.
"Baby dont cut, I love you." Charlie said before she planted a kiss on his lips.
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So how bad was this quick update? .-. ~Nemo
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