The Truth or Dare (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Part 9

Ellie POV

Oh. My. God.  

She was on the floor, crying and in her left hand…was a razor. She looked a mess, and was sobbing uncontrollably. I can’t believe that she almost got raped. It was enough for any girl to try and commit suicide… even me.  

“Alex!” I smacked the weapon out of her hand.

“No no please! You don’t understand!” she cried loudly, trying to get to the razor that was now in the corner of the bathroom.

I held her back, “Alex! Please! I’m sorry! Please just stop!” I was now on the verge of tears, “think about your mum! You promised her!”

She stopped trying to get out of my grip and just sat there crying, “I-I broke that promise. I cut on the day she died, I couldn’t help it, and now, I’ve done it again.”

I looked at her wrist before turning to her wide-eyed, it was bleeding, “Y-you wh-what?”

She nodded before pulling me into a hug, “I’m a terrible person Ellie. I broke the promise with my mum, I acted like nothing has ever happened, I lied to everyone I’ve met just because I don’t want them to sympathy me, I deserved to get raped! I deserve to die! I deserve to be suffering! Everyone has always hated me, ever since I was four, Ellie! Four!” she shouted, bawling.

I was now crying, I knew she suffered but she has to know, dying isn’t a way out, “No Alex, it’s that bastard who tried to rape you! He deserves to rot in hell, not you! I care about you! If you leave me then who am I going to turn to when I’m sad? Who am I going to turn to when I need advice or sympathy?”

“B-but I can’t Ellie, I can’t continue acting, I just can’t, I’m broken.” She explained, “I’ve been hated by my own dad ever since I was little, it was only my mum and me, but when mum found out she had cancer, she got even more sick, she couldn’t even work, we suffered, both of us, poverty got the best of us.” She paused before continuing, “My dad then came back a year later to find us suffering, I was working at the age of 10, and instead of helping us, the fucking bastard bashed mum! He killed her Ellie! Killed her! He fucking killed her!” she yelled, her voice cracking.

She never told me, any of this, she has never told me, she kept it bottled up inside her… I am such a bad friend, I should’ve known all these things from the start. But her dad killing her mum? Never. Her dad would do that? It was just pure sick. “I-I am so sorry Alex, so so, sorry.”

“No, don’t.” she stopped crying and stood up, “don’t feel sympathetic.”

I stood up before looking at her confused, her wrist was bleeding non-stop. “I’m your best friend Alex. You’re like family to me; of course I must feel care or feel sympathetic.”

“Thank you,” she sniffed, “but can you not mention this to George?”

I nodded before speaking, “I won’t tell him.”

“Thanks,” she began walking away, sniffing.

“Hey Alex?”

“Yeah?”  She turned around to face me.

“I think your forgetting something,” I pointed to her wrist, “Come here I’ll help you with that.”

“Oh right, sorry.” She forgot.

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After cleaning and bandaging her wrist, she went to her room and I went to mine. We both were so tired of what has happened today and we both needed some rest.

I was in my comfy bed when couldn’t help thinking of all the things Alex had suffered, it only made me feel guiltier of what Mr Daniel was plotting to do and I was helping him do it. I sighed, before turning around to face my bedroom door. Could I do this to my own best friend? What if she began cutting herself after this? She’s already been through so much shit lately and this will only make her more suicidal. I didn’t care anymore, homeless or not, I can’t do this to my own sister.