Missing Her (Harry Styles Short Story)

Part 2: Blood and Hate

A/N: So here is the second part! Next part will most likely be up tomorrow or you can read it on my tumblr! So enjoy, vote, comment, and follow...

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Hadley sat on the windowsill, staring out at the London skyline. Her skin was so pale the veins were clearly visible. Scars covered her arms and thighs, counting the battles she has fought against herself. She wasn't healthy, and she hadn't been for a long time. Her arms and legs were too skinny, but she thought she was anything but. She can't help but wonder "Who would miss me?" Her phone was thrown across the room; her Twitter mentions on the screen. "Attention seeking, slut, bitch, go kill yourself," were just some of the horrendous words sent to her. All because of the boy she loved. He would miss her, wouldn't he? He was the only thing keeping her alive. But now, it didn't even seem like enough.

She pulled herself up and grabbed her notebook and pen. She wrote and wrote while tears continually streamed down her face, droplets falling onto the paper. She folded the paper and wrote his name on it, praying he would find it.

Walking into the bathroom, she scavenged under the sink for her weapon of choice in this war against herself. She flipped the shiny blade over and over in her hand as her lips curved into a small smile, so small you wouldn't even see it's there. Bottles of pills surrounded her on the bathroom floor. She reached her empty, shaking hand to her wrist and scratched at the scars adorning them. Crimson blood fell from her wrists as she began to sob. Negative thoughts flooded her mind. It was all too much for her to handle anymore.

She reached for the glistening blade, so clean and tantalizing. Skillfully she ran it across her thigh, deeper than ever before. The physical pain was manageable compared to the mental numbness. The once white tiles were now bright red with her blood. She didn't have much longer. She grabbed a bottle and popped a mixture of deadly pills into her mouth, dry swallowing. She couldn't see straight, the world spinning. In that moment, all she thought about was him. "I'm sorry," she whispered as the world faded to black.