Broken (a 1D fanfic)

Broken chapter 3

JASMINE P.O.V

I wasn't a huge one direction fan, but still, I felt like I would fan girl. I looked at all of them, they looked sad, angry, and confused. I knew I had just had a nightmare, but I hope they weren't about to ask any questions. It was an awkward silence untill harry spoke up "are you alright love?"

"Not really" I said truthfully. "Well, do you need anything? Would you like to take a shower?" I nodded my head. I felt so dirty and more discusting than ever and a shower sounded great. Zayn left and came back with a towel and some clothes and put them in what I assumed was the bathroom. And they all left without a word, everyone accept for Niall. He just stared at me and I started to feel uncomfortable, then out or no where he wraps his arms around me and envelopes me in a right hug. I tensed up, and he noticed and let go, "I'm sorry" he said "for everything" and he left. I was so confused, but I dismissed it and walked over to the bathroom. I stripped off all my clothes and stared at myself. I was so ugly, covered with dirt, blood, bruises and I hated myself for it. I needed something, I needed to relieve myself of the pain, so I quickly searched in the medicine cabinet for anything that would help me. Then I found it, spare razor blades, sitting there, I needed them. I grabbed one and looked at it and smiled, then I ran the cold blade across my wrist. I watched the blood trickle out of my arm, and I felt much better, I cut For the beatings, the rape, everything. When I was done, I hid the blade in the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and got in the shower. It felt so good after I was done washing myselft I got out, and wrapped the towel around me. I Took the spare clothes, and carried them into the room, and I was startled as I saw Louis standing by my bed. He noticed me and cheekily said " I figured you neede some clean underwear, these are spares that my girlfriend keeps here, and don't worry they're clean" he chuckled as he put the underwear on the bed then he left. I got dressed in some grey joggers and an over sized t shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror again, I was still ugly but there was no longer dirt and blood on me, just bruises and scars. I then left and crept down the stairs. All five of the boys were sitting on the couch in silence. I walked over to them and stood ther awkwardly untill Liam motioned for me to sit, and I did. Then Louis started with the questions, "what's your name love?". "I'm jasmine, jasmine Anderson" I said quietly. "How old are you" he asked, "16, almost 17 I said." Then there was more silence. " what happened, who did this to you?" Harry asked suddenly. I couldn't tell them could I? I barely know them, if I tell them they will think I'm pathetic and send me back to my dad. I won't tell them, I just can't, they don't deserve it. Im finally safe now... Right?