One Fateful Phone Call - One Direction

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

VICTORIA'S POV

Waking up the morning of the 17th all I felt was dread and sadness. Today was the anniversary of my dad passing away. It would be 13 years today that my father got into that car accident in Ireland and died. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry my eyes out; I'm not even sure I want to get out of bed today. Though reluctantly, I slipped on my pink robe and cheetah print slippers to head downstairs.

Upon reaching the kitchen I saw my mum dressed similar to me and sport the same messy bun as me and crying her eyes out, just like me. I run over and wrap my arms around her sobbing, just like her. I hear Richie come into the room and gasp.

“It's okay guys, we'll get through this; we've done this the past 12 years so we can this year, and the others to come.” His words made me sober up my crying, it becoming a slight sniffle.

“Come on kids, we should get dressed and head to his place.” mum said referring to dad's grave. She doesn't like to say it because it reminds her of reality. The two of us nodding we both head upstairs and get ready.

I was about reach for a sweater in my closet when it came into view. I picked up the box and sat on my bed rubbing the top. Should I? Yes, yes I should. Lifting the top off I scanned for my silver weapon of choice, this time it being one of my brand new ones. It should be quicker and sharper, more pain. I looked over to the tens of bracelets sitting on my dresser and sighed as I placed the blade to my wrist slicing it open.

I felt the blood trickling out of the wound and as sick as it sounds, I smiled. I smiled because it felt good, the release of my problems was lovely as I pressed the metal to my skin once more. As much as it is relieving, it hurts and-and I love it. I repeated the gruesome action towards myself on my wrist so many times I can't even count.

Once I finished I headed to the shower to get cleaned up, I can't have my mum or brother seeing what I do. After the water washed away the blood I put multiple band aids on the cuts, it helps for them to blend in with my skin. I decided to not where my bracelets for today and just where a long sleeve. Applying my usual make up and leaving my hair in it's natural waves, I went to my closet to pick out my clothes for the day.

I decided on my black long sleeve with 'Take Me Down To The Paradise City' written on it in dark red. That was one of his favourite songs... but anyway I paired that with some black leggings that had a strip of leather on the outside of either leg and added my combat boots; that were also black. Grabbing my black leather jacket I took a look in the mirror. My sense of style has definitely changed since I first met the boys. At first I was all pink and sparkles, now I'm more dark colours and combat boots; weird.

Stepping downstairs I saw my mum and brother standing in an embrace waiting for me at the door. Interrupting their moment I put my hand on the doorknob and headed out to the car with the two of them on my heels.

Arriving at my dad's burial site with some roses I couldn't help but break down. Standing in front of his headstone I fell to my knees and cried my eyes out. I placed the roses in the little metal vase thing and traced my fingers over his name engraved in stone.

In loving memory of...

James Hugh Gilmore