I'm so, so, so sorry for the long wait. And thanks for the 78 reads! Here's part 3 for you guys!
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-10 Minutes Later-
Me: *Hears sobbing and runs toward it, follows it into the men’s bathroom, takes a deep breath and goes in, finds Zayn with his head in his hands, shaking from crying, holds back tears and goes to him, hugs him and silently cries* I’m sorry Zayn. I’m so, so sorry.
Zayn: *Stops crying for a bit and looks up* I-Imani?
Me: Yes. I’m so sorry. I know I already have something to do with this, if not everything and I’m so sorry.
Zayn: *Hugs back* Why are you so mean sometimes?
Me: *Looks down* I’m scared. I’m scared of people hurting me, so I hurt them. I know it’s not the right thing to do but I do it anyway and I feel really guilty afterwards. But I’m not one of those people that say their pain is my gain. Cause it’s not and I…. I….. never mind.
Zayn: And you what?
Me: *Cries harder* I cut myself every time, I feel guilty, I cut myself every time I get called something I’m not. I cut myself when I fight with the love of my life. All I do is cut. It’s my life line Zayn! And I’m so sorry that I ever hurt you.
Zayn: *Picks me up and sets me on his lap, new tears forming in his beautiful eyes when he rolls my sleeves up and sees all the scars* Why would you do this? Why didn’t you talk to your parents when you even thought about this or some friends?
Me: *Turns and cries into his chest* My family ditched me and I never had friends who really cared about what I went through. One time I actually tried to commit suicide, I failed obviously and soon I just tried to kill myself every chance I got to. I tried everything, jumping in front of cars, hanging myself, slitting a vein, everything, but none of it worked. Do you know how much I wanted to die before deciding on getting a job?
Zayn: *Shakes his head, tears falling down his flawless face*
Me: So much. *Looks up and pecks Zayn’s cheek* Thank you for listening to me. I feel a million times better. We should really go now, but first…*Trails off and grabs my comb* You’re going to have to trust me okay?
Zayn: What are you doing?
Me: I’m about to fix your hair, but you are going to have to trust me.
Zayn: Okay. I trust you.
Me: *Smiles and starts combing his hair to perfection* Done. Look in the mirror. *Gets up off his lap and walks to the sink, fixes my hair and makeup*
Zayn: *Looks into the mirror* Whoa…
Me: You like it?
Zayn: It’s perfect babe. *Covers his mouth and blushes* I mean yeah it’s nice. Thanks.
Me: *Smirks* You’re welcome Zaynie. *Walks out of the bathroom pulling Zayn along and puts him at the table, walks off and stands by Paul, checking my planner and making sure my dates are correct*
Girl: Hey did you cut in line?
Me: Um, no. I work for them.
Girl: No you cutted in line!
Me: Will you leave me alone? I have work to do! *Growls*
Girl: *Glares at me then flips me off and continues standing* *Whispering to her friend* Hey look at the bitch, she cutted in line and won’t admit it.
Other girl: Seriously? Let’s get her.
Girl: *Smirks* You just read my mind.
Me: *Still sorting out dates and then goes to get a drink*
Girl: Hey bitch.
Me: *Growls* Leave me alone. I’m not in the mood.
Girl: You don’t have to be. *Pushes me down causing my drink to spill all over me*
Me: Ah! *Another girl pulls my hair and lifts me up by it, I scream in pain and kick my legs* Let go! Someone help!!
Girl: *Smacks me* Shut up. That’s what you get for cutting in line bitch!
Me: *A few tears run down my face* I didn’t cut!! *My hair gets pulled again, I scream again, then my feet are placed back on the ground and I’m tripped, my knee hits the cold ground hard and I sprain my ankle, I scream*
Zayn: *Hears and gets up and runs to help whoever is being hurt, when he sees it’s me, he gets Paul and they remove the girls and the get kicked out of the mall and they have to pay for my medical bills, he picks me up and cradles me* I’m so sorry. So, so, so, so, sorry.
Me: *In pain* It’s not your fault. It could have happened to anyone. I’ll be okay. *Soon I’m taken to the hospital and admitted, I get out later in the night*
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Hey guys. Once again I apologize for the really long wait. I had some school work to complete and I was dealing with some minor issues. But I hoped you like part 3. It had a lot of drama in it. So yeah. But feelings were told. And more are to come! Love you guys for reading!
Question of the Day:
So what subject do you like the least?
For me it's Speech. I hate Speech.
What would you do if you meet 1D in the street or at a store?
Thanks for reading and stay beautiful!-Imani :)
