Scarred// Z.M.

Chapter 15. Reality

A/N I dedicate this chapter to my school bestie ZaynlovesAnisa cos she edits, votes and comments on my chapters <3 I will start dedicating my chappies cos I want to do something more than say thanks 2 my readers. Enjoy <3

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Chapter 15. Reality

Aria's P.O.V

I woke up feeling really hungry since I hadn't eaten anything the day before. Memories from last night came to me which made me jump up from my bed and rush over to the living. My face dropped when I found the sofa empty. Justin had left. I tried letting go of the hurt feelings and convinced myself that he had to leave because he was in a hurry. He doesn't live here anyway, he has his own home and life. I nodded to myself and went to the kitchen. A post-it note was on the fridge so I took it off and read it:

Out with Zayn for breakfast, I'll get u something 2- Yasmin xx

I sighed and scrunched it up, I can't wait that long I need to eat. I decided to make myself some toast and tea since ingredients for pancakes had finished. I sat at the table nibbling blankly at my slice of toast and sipping my tea.

I have to talk to Justin. Usually the truth comes out when you're drunk, right? What if it's true? What if he actually doesn't care about me, about us? I tried to push the negative thoughts away and think positive but I just wasn't sure what the positive side was.

I carried on nibbling and sipping until my thoughts starting becoming a bit too painful to handle. Crap, I need to cut. No, no I promised myself since that day I went too far I wouldn't.

After eating I cleaned up the dishes and went to the living room, switching on the TV. Nothing seemed to distract me from my painful need. I started fidgeting, flipping the channels way too fast until I groaned, throwing the remote control on the floor. I jumped up, stalking over to my room. I sat on the cold floor, my blade in hand. There was still a faint blood stain on the floor which was quite disturbing to look at but I ignored it. I slowly brought the blade to my bony wrist and slid it across, blood instantly escaping from the thin cut. The blood slowly trickled down my arm, hitting the floor. I watched the sight for a while until I realised I was still in need to cut so I cut slowly at my wrist, taking in the pain, numbing my thoughts. It was until a rough hand grabbed the blade from me throwing it at far out of my reach. My eyes widened, as my head snapped up to see who it was. There stood, kneeling over me, a furious looking Zayn. "Aria..." He shouted, trailing off then shaking his head.

He pulled me up from around my waist then turned on the tap, putting my wrist under the cold running water. The blood washed away leaving only three pinkish lines. He turned it off then took out the first-aid kit, wrapping a bandage around my wrist. This is the part he scoldes me.

"Aria...Why?" He whispered staring at me, expecting an answer. Maybe no scolding then.

"I needed to, really badly" I admitted.

He sighed, putting an arm on my back leading me out of the bathroom. We stood in my room facing each other, but not looking at each other. After a while he sighed again, wrapping his arms around my waist bringing me close to him. I let a squeak, tensing up a little but eventually relaxed. He rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. Well this awkward, what the heck is he doing? I cleared my throat awkwardly "Um, Zayn what-"

"Shh" He said in a hushed tone, his strong breath, a mixture of cigarettes and alcohol, hitting my face.

I closed my mouth and stared at his closed eyes until he finally opened them revealing his brown hypnotizing eyes. I was instantly lost in them, forgetting all the hate I feel towards him. My eyes fluttered closed as he talked. "Please, please promise me you won't cut ever again. Please" He said slowly, pleading.