Behind Your Eyes [Zayn Malik]

Nine.

The day I got locked in the supply cupboard was the first day that I intentionally hurt myself. Though I was approaching 14 years old, I hadn't properly thought about how to hide the marks. Of course, I kept my school sweatshirt sleeves pulled right down, but when I was getting changed for PE, I forgot about them.

"What the hell, are they cuts?" 

I spun round to find the most popular girl in the year, who was also one of Zayn's best friends, standing with a group of girls. I quickly pulled my sports jumper over my head and covered my arms.

"W-what? N..no."

"Don't lie to me, its obvious."

"There's n-nothing there."

"Whatever, you're such a freak." She turned to her friends, "You think maybe if she slit your wrists hard enough then all the fat will come out, not just blood?" 

They all laughed and walked away. 

That day, wherever I walked, people would stare at me, and whisper to their friends. Someone even tried to yank my sleeve up. They did, and everyone who was in the school corridor began laughing. 

I didn't go to the next lesson. I didn't get lunch either, but then I normally didn't eat anyway. 

At the end of the school day, I walked home, being taunted all the way by the kids that lived in my village. 

At the end of the day, I cut my wrists, being taunted by all the voices that lived in my head.

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Felicity's POV;

"So I uh, get panic attacks. Well I used to. But I did today. I don't know, they haven't happened in ages."

"Why? I mean like, why did they start?" Niall asked. "If you don't mind saying." he added quickly.

"Oh I er, got locked in a cupboard." I said, glancing at Zayn really quickly. He tensed ever so slightly.

"By who?" Zayn asked.

"I uh, don't remember." I told him.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry for this guys, I've ruined it all. It was going so well." I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

"No, it's not ruined." Harry said, "We still have one more place to go to."

"Where?"

"The London Eye." Isaac said, coming up behind us and putting his hands on Harry and Louis' shoulders.

"You have a habit of coincidentally appearing just at the right time." I commented.

"I know, it's a skill. Anyway, are you alright?"

"I'm okay now, I think."

"Good, d'ya wanna try stand up?"

He reached his arm out for me and pulled me up gently. My head spun a bit from standing up but it cleared away as quickly as it came.

Liam cleared his throat. "We should get out now, we're still in the ladies toilets."

"Oh god." I said, following them out of the cubicles.

Once the food had been paid for, we all crammed back into the car, and began the twenty minute journey to the London Eye.

"So," began Niall, "Why did you have your panic attack today?"

"Niall!" Liam hissed. "You can't just-"

"No, no, I don't mind." I said. "I uh, got stuck in the cubicle I was in. The lock wouldn't budge. Zayn broke it though and got me out."

"Hey hey, we have a hero on our hands!" Harry cheered, slapping Zayn on the back in a congratulatory gesture.

"It wasn't much," he mumbled, shyly.

"Thank you anyway." 

He looked up at me and smiled, biting the inside of his cheek gently.

"So have you lived near London all your life?" Louis asked.