Unwanted // one direction fanfic

Chapter 7

I sat against the wall in his bedroom. His older sister came and sat down next to me. "Please, tell me you hate me, tell me you wish I was dead-" I pleaded.

"It's not your fault." She breathed.

"But it is! I found out he cut, I promised to help him, he promised me he would stay and that he wouldn't do anything stupid. But I wasn't here." I cried.

"He's happier now, he's got all he wanted." She breathed. "He wanted to get out of gangs and now he's with our brother."

Ever since we were told that it was suicide I couldn't breathe. If he didn't take me away Landon would still be here. Now every time I blinked all I saw was his cold, empty body. Everyone was talking to me but I couldn't hear them. I just went to my car and drove myself home. I hadn't stopped crying, I couldn't breathe, I probably looked like a mess. It must have been 3 in the morning now. I took the back door in and froze when I saw Jesse at the counter eating a snack. I was too upset to be mad, but I hate him.

"You think a strict camp would change your ways, but nope." He breathed. Thoughts didn't even cross my mind as I slapped the vase and it went flying into the wall.

"My attitude is really all you care about?" I said coldly, staring at the shattered glass on the floor. "You should be focusing on your love for my mom, or your kids in town. Anything but me. My attitude has gotten me through hell with a smile." I looked up to stare him in the eyes. "You finally broke me, because you didn't like me. I used to think my dad was the abuser, beating me physically, reminding me I was unloved; but really, the abuser is people like you. Self centered people, who want to change people, against their wishes, because it's what they want."

"I'M NO-"

"You aren't good enough for my mom, or your kids, who obviously took after their mom." His eyes burned with hate as he stared at me. "Harry may be an idiot but he at least does things out of love. Gemma is all love but still makes mistakes. You are just a heartless, self centered cunt. My siblings may be blind, or just polite, but I will never fall for your crap, or pretend I don't hate you." With that, I ran up the steps to my room, and layed down to try to get some sleep. But all I saw was him and his knife.

"Skylar..." I opened my eyes to see it was still pitched dark and Harper was standing besides my bed. "Are you okay? You're crying and you screamed." She breathed. I slowly sat up in bed. "It's okay Sky, it was all just a dream."

"NO IT'S NOT!" I snapped. Her face dropped as she watched me. "You don't get it, no one does."

"We're trying-" Harper started.

"You're really not." I breathed. "You don't have to try to do anything, you just have to do it. I didn't try to raise you and John when Mom wasn't around, I did it. Trying is just an excuse for not doing."

Harper didn't say anything but I watched her face change. She grabbed my glass of water and threw it in my face. Luckily it helped mask my tears as I watched her storm away. I wiped my face and went to my art table, drawing landon lying there. Then I lit and candle in the middle of my room and tore the drawing into a million pieces. Then I carefully placed each piece in the flame, watching the flame grow bigger and bigger and the pieces shrivel up, then turn into ashes and die. I did this until the sun came up. I did this every night as my life grew more and more distant. Harper and John didn't even see me as a human anymore.

It's amazing how you can give everyone your all your entire life,

but the second you need them,

with your desperate cries for help,

they're all suddenly deaf,

and need every little silver of themselves.