I was on twitter one night and dan and phill tweeted that they had been given 2 tickets to a fall out boy concert, i searched online and the only concert on tonight was in newcastle, not too far. I then went downstairs to get some food because i hadnt eated that day and it was about 5pm by now. i looked in the fridge and my sister came in. “eating again? god you’re so fat!” she stared laughing. i ignored her and got out a yoghurt. “you know. eating one yoghurt wont make you skinny.” as i walked around the kitchen picking up some bits the comments kept coming and coming. by this time i had to hold in my tears. as i went to walk back up the stairs my mum cad me up pushed me to the ground, making the food fall out of my hand and onto the wooden floor “you fat bitch, you dont deserve to eat..” i pulled myself up and ran up the strairs to my bedroom with my head in my hands, slamming my door behind me and locking it. i fell to the floor crying. why do they hate me so much? what have i dont to deserve this? im so fat and ugly. ugh i hate my life negative thought running through my head. i got up and looked in the long, white mirror pinned on my wall. i took of my t-shirt and started at my -slowly getting more visible- rib cage and sticky out hip bones. "IM SO FAT!” i screamed throwing my fist at the big white mirror infront of me, making it smash into little pices that fell to the floor. wiping the tears off my face, i walked over and sat on my bed. i looked down and saw that i had cut my hald open. i grabbed a towel from my laundry basket and held it over my wounded hand, i then opened my laptop and went on twitter. by this time it was about half 5 and was starting to get dark. i saw a tweet off dan saying they were getting ready for the concert. i tweeted dan and phil saying “have fun you two! <3" dan replied "we will :)” this made me smile. i had met dan and phil once before i went to london for a week with my family… and i needed time alone so i went to the closest starbucks and sat down by myself. they were sat in a little corner just the 2 of them, they must of noticed i was alone because they came over and asked me if i wanted to have a coffee with them. of course i said yes! i fangirled lots! we chatted and they both followed me on twitter. i got bored on twitter so i started watching some youtube videos, still holding onto my cut hand. it was about 6 oclock now i heard faintfootsteps coming up the stairs. it was my mum. "great" i murmured to myself, she started screaming things at my through the door. "just fucking die" "i wouldnt fucking come out of your room" "fucking slut" i couldnt handle this anymore, i grabbed my blade and played with it in my hand. trying my hardest not to let her get the better of me, i put a post on tumblr saying “oh what i’d do for a hug off phil and dan right now :( worst night.” and tagged them both, i wanted them to see it. about 2 minutes later i got an ask. it was off dan asking what was up. i replied explainging that my mum and sisters were being cunts and how i wanted to cut and i wanted to see them because they cheered me up before. He asked me what my postcode was, confused i sent him my postcode. then he said “stay strong princess, put that blade down, see you in half an hour” i was guessing they were in newcastle already… i looked on twitter and phil tweeted “a friend in need is a friend indeed” i retweeted it, along with 385 other people. i was layed on my bed in my own little world listening to muse and crying…. and jumped when i heard a loud a knock on the door. i heard my mum.. “who are y-HEY!” i asume they barged past her. she was still shouted at them "get out my house!" i heard running up the stairs. the footsteps stopped outside my bedroom door and it knocked quietly “zoe?” it was dan! “yeah.” i replied wiping my face and getting up to unlock the door. i opened it and as soon as the door swung open dan flung me in for a hug. holding me for ages, it was perfect! he got of me and kissed my head, then walked over to the smashed mirror looking at the bits of glass on the floor as phil gave me the cutest hug! by this time i mum was behind them demanding that they leave, we all ignored her, i walked into my room, and phil followed closing the door on my mum behind him and locking it. she started banging but dan told her to fuck off and she gave up and went downstairs. i looked at dan who i realsied was looking at my wounded but not bleeding anymore hand. “yeah…” i said and he walked over to me and hugged me once again. phil sat on my bed, and picking up my blade which was sat on my pillow. he tossed it into the bin. dan sat on my bed next to phil and patted the seat next to him, i went and sat down and we talked for a while. they cheered me up loads. "its getting late…" dan exclaimed looking at his phone “do you wanna stay at our place tonight? yeah, in london…. gonna be a long drive but i really dont want you in this house much longer.” phil said, i smiled and nodded. phil saw a backpack on the floor and handed me it. “pack, ill oder a taxi for in 15 minutes” “what about my mum?” i asked “who cares, she treats you like that…. you’re 17… its legal.” he smiled. i quickly packed an over night bag and put my savings into the pocket inside. i had about £1,700 saved from when i was young from all my weekend jobs and stuff. yeah i was good with money. “im in my pj’s?” i asked “no-ones gonna see you we’re going in a car” phil laughed. dan grabbed my backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “i can carry that….” he just shook his head and unlocked my door, we all went down the stairs and out the front door. my mum came out “where are you going?” “sleeping out.” i replied bluntly as i got into the back of the taxi and we drove off.
