Chapter 17
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(Ryen's POV)
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When I got up and dressed, harry left me a note saying he went to the recording studio for a solo hes been working on.
I sat on the couch and went on twitter.
I looked at the picture he had posted of me.
I bit my lip, trying to decide if I wanted to read the comments or not.
But as the fool I was, I did.
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I scrolled through many comments... Some where nice, some were ok, and .... Some were mean.
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Comments:
'Your so pretty'
'Aw you guys are so cute'
'This is adorable'
'Harry I love you'
'Is that Ryen?'
'Why was she sleeping when you were with her?'
'Tell her to back off, your mine, Harry.'
'Gorgeous'
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"Ew"
"Ugly"
"That's gross"
"You deserve better"
"She should go kill herself"
"She's probably only using you for your fame."
"Forget about her."
"Her name is a guys name"
"F*** her"
"Disgusting"
"So stupid"
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At that point, I was done with twitter.
I was done with that. I didn't realize the hot tears flooding.
I sniffled quickly and went into the bathroom.
I opened one of the drawers and found a small box that id hidden from Perrie, and mom and dad.
I opened it an there was a blade.
I hadn't taken it out since Niall moved away, which was when my bullying stopped.
I was questioning whether I should or shouldn't.
I wanted to die.
All those comments, all those haters who thought bad of me. I quickly went on twitter and did a tweet.
" to who would actually care, I've decided that too many people think I'm using Harry... Which I'm not. I love him more than anything. But if it's what everyone wants... So be it. This is my last tweet before the end. Thanks for supporters... Haters; I'm sorry I couldn't be perfect. Bye."
I refreshed the page and got millions of likes and comments. People tagged Harry and said please stop but I couldn't... I ran into the closet and locked the door, taking the blade with me.
I checked twitter again and got some more mean comments:
"Good, you deserve to die"
"It's about time"
"Attention wh*re"
"@harry_styles doesn't even care"
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Then I got a call. It was from Harry.
As I was about to answer, I didn't. I cried and cried but never picked up. A notification came up:
"14 missed calls from Harry styles"
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I didn't care.
Then I got a text from him.
Harry: Ryen. Please, I saw your post on twitter an I'm extremely worried about you. Ill be home in 5 please, don't let anything get to you. Don't do anything.
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How did Harry deal with that everyday?
It was to much for me.
I quickly sliced up my wrist.
1... For being ugly.
2... For causing too much attention
And
3... For not being perfect.
I had about 6, or 7 cuts on each of my wrists. The carpet was now red from the blood trickling down my arms.
I heard the door open and Harry pacing.
"Ryen!" He called.
"Ryen! Ryen?? Please, Ryen!" He called again.
I heard his voice began loose strength.
I could tell he was crying now. I felt bad, but I couldn't stand.
I couldn't do anything. I bled to fast, I cut too deep, and was weak.
He started shaking the knob of the closet door I was trapped in.
He leaned up against it.
"Ryen, please open the door." He whispered with tears now.
I slowly began to get up.
I was very weak.
I turned the lock with all the strength I had left.
When he opened the door, I lost all the power in my legs to stand and fell right into his arms.
He began to cry harder and held me close. He picked me up and I closed my eyes.
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I don't remember what happened after that.
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I thought I was dead.
But...
