Courtney's POV
I look out the window as Harry drives away from the school. Grace is still shell schocked.
"Courtney are you alright?" Harry asks.
"Oh ya uh I'm fine." I'm really not I'm sick of this shit. And maybe thoes girls are right maybe I should kill myself. It's not like anybody would care if I'm gone.
"Well, uh thanks for draging me out of that." I tell him.
"Oh ya. I was sorta watching for a while, uh does that happen evreyday?"
"Uh ya, basically."
The rest of the car ride home was silence.
Once we are home I go up to my room and start with my homework.
Harry's POV
Wow. Poor Courtney. She really has to deal with that shit everyday.
"Hey guys we need to talk." I say to the lads as I walk in the door.
"What about?" Niall asks
"Courtney."
"Oh ok." Louis says as he sits down.
"Thoes girls, I saw them, and I saw the way they treat her. The poor thing gets beat up evrey god damn day! We need to help her!"
"We shouldn't." Liam says, "She needs to learn how to fight her own battels."
"I agree with Harry." Louis says, "We really need to help her. Like arn't we suposte to take care of her?"
"That's true but I still agree with Liam here. You guys propaly weren't bulied as much when you we young so you don't really know what it's like." Zayn says
*And we danced all night to the best song ever. We knew every line but I can't remeber*
My phone rang.
"Hey Simon." I say
"Harry put me on speaker phone." Simon says
I put him on speaker.
"Hi Simon." The lads sing-songed.
"Listen boys, adopting Courtney is the best caree move you ever made as a band-"
"Caree move?" Courtney cuts Simon off. We turn around. I can see the hurt in her eyes
"I'm just a caree move to you guys? And here I thought we were family. I though.. I thought you really wanted me."
"No, no, no." Louis says going over to her.
"Don't touch me!" She yells, "Aparently I'm just 'The best caree move you ever made as a band' Really!"
And she storms upstairs.
Courtney's POV
A caree move? I storm up stairs and slam my door shut.
You know I was thinking that the boys would miss me if I killed my self, but aparently not. I'm just a caree move!
I walk into my bathroom and grab my razor. I did it.
I make six cuts on my right wrist and six on my left. For the people who ever hurt me, mentaly and phislaly.
I watch as the blood falls off my wrist.
"No! Courtney! What are you doing!?"
I look over my shoulder and see they boys looking at me with shock, dissapiontment, and sorrow.
