You began to pull your sweater sleeves and dry your tears with them. You couldn't take it no more. At all. The hate has really gotten to you.
Whore, slut, ugly, worthless, annoying, clingy, stupid, bitch...Goes on..
You laid back, hitting your back with the pillows behind you. Your sleeves were still covering your eyes. You began to sob. The laptop was losing its balance on your laps. You let it fall, not caring..
Your sobs became louder. The corners of your lips slowly lifted. You tightly closed your eyes, all you saw was black with pictures with captions in it. Hate messages. And pretty fans besides Harry. You seriously couldn't take it. You just wanted to end your life. You knew no one would care. Not even Harry. You thought that all the words he said to you, he just said them because he felt bad for you.
You asked him if he felt that way, he answered No. But, you didn't believe it. You stood up, walking to the cabinet. Searching for the sharpest knife. You were about to committ suicide.
You lifted the knife and looked at your wrist. Am I really about to do this?
Yes, you are. They're right. You're ugly, stupid, whore, slut, worthless. Plus, no one would care. They would even celebrate if you were gone...
You closed the cabinet with your elbow. You walked to your bedroom. You looked at your reflection in the mirror. You didn't like the way your body was shaped. You didn't like your face. You kept pointing out your flaws.
You aimed the knife at your wrist. You slowly pinned it down. Feeling a bit of pain. You closed your eyes before sliding the knife across your wrist. You quickly opened your eyes, then looking at your wrist. It wasn't bleeding, but it did hurt.
You tried your best to ignore the stinging, but continued. You didn't like it, but at the same time you did.
You dropped the knife, after it hit the floor you stared at your wrist. 6 bloody lines dripping. Staining your pants.
(Next day)
Your scars were still visible. But Harry didn't notice. You were glad. You knew he would say something. Today was the worst. Somehow, a picture of you and Harry was leaked. It was a classic (lol) of you two kissing.
A fanpage uploaded it. Gaining more and more comments by the minute. This has really crossed the line. Your tears rolled down, they were hot. You shut the laptop...
You ran downstairs. You yelled Harry's name. (Duh)
No answer. Okay, this time. No cutting, just jumping. You grabbed your phone. Making your way to a bridge that was being fixed. Today was the day where they were almost done.
You grabbed your phone and tapped Harry's name.
Harry, I love you. But, this is really going too far. I'm sorry. This is my goodbye..They won. No matter how many times you told me to ignore them. I can't, I can't. I love you. Bye..
You got a response, that read; Y/N..please don't do this. I love you too, just don't. Please..
You cried, still staring at the possibialy last text from him. You stared down at the water. Waiting to drown you. You heard yelling. "Y/N!!" You looked to your side. Harry was wearing a hoodie with another one in his hand. You assumed it was for you.
You quickly looked down. "Don't!" He yelled.
You were ready to jump. You felt your foot slip, Harry pulled you aside. "Let go!" You cried harder than you were already were. "No! Y/N what were you thinking!?" Harry's grip became tighter. Not letting you escape. "I can't do this! I'm done alright! This is it!! They won! They always do!!" You fought.
"Y/N..listen to me. Don't listen to them. They only do that just to get in your head. I love you. Remember everyone you know best, loves you.." After hearing clearly what he said, you let him hold you.
His arms were wrapped around you. "Just take me home.." Your crying started to drift away."Promise me you won't do that again." Harry picked you up.
"I--I p-pro-promise.." You stuttered. "I love you.." He wrapped the hoodie around you two. It wasn't big enough, but you still felt comfortable..
I have no idea where I got this from. I guess I saw a movie or something..? NOT EDITED Plus, it probably makes no sense.. And, to my suicidal readers, you're not alone..
