Save me from myself.

Chapter 8: Please kill me

I didn't go to school today. Alli is with me in my room now.

"So? How are you today?"

"I don't know. Things are going fine with Zayn and me. So, I guess I'm good."

Alli looks kinda guilty..

"Alli, what's wrong? Tell me. I'm here for you."

"What? Nothing! I'm fine."

"Yeah, sure you are. Tell me."

Alli got a text. I quickley took her phone and saw it was a message from Zayn.

"DEMI, give it back."

I open the text.

Can't wait to see you tonight, babe. <3

...

...

Did I just hear my heart break? In like a thousand pieces?

"Demi, I can explain."

"Can you? Go ahead. Explain it."

She didn't have an explaination. She just looked at me with these big blue eyes of her.

"I'm sorry, Demi. I'm so sorry. It wasn't supposed to be, I swear."

"Get out of my house. Now." I whispered.

"But,..."

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! What do you not understand about it? Or maybe I should text you to get out of my house, hm?"

She stood up and packed her stuff and went home.

I'm so angry. How could I be so stupid? How? I should have known. Omg. I pick up a picture of me and Zayn. I throw it away. I throw a lot of stuff through my room. I scream. I cry. I die.

Mom comes upstairs.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"Just leave. Please?"

I just sit in this corner crying. I know I have somewhere some blades here. I took one, a big one.

This one is for Zayn.

I cut.

This one is for Alli.

I cut.

This one is for me being so stupid.

I cut.

The rest of them are for how ugly, fat, stupid, dumb, unwanted, worthless, useless and unloved I am.

I cut more and more.

*knock knock*

I don't feel like answering.

"Demi, are you here hun?"

"Go away."

Miley lays with me in my bed.

"Zayn wasn't worth it."

She sees all the blood of my cuts. She hugged me. I cried so hard, it felt like my heart was ripped out of me. I cried so hard, it felt like my eyeballs could have popped out each moment.

"He... He was.."

I can't even talk.

"Sssh, it's okay."

"Miles, it's not okay. I was in love with him.... I'm so," tears roll down my cheeks. "I'm so stupid.. I don't know what to do now. Miley, just stab me please. Kill me... like right now?"

"No, I won't." she grabbed my arms, looked at it, I felt something falling on my head while we layed in bed. I looked up. Miley was crying.

"Miles, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, it's just so sad you hurt yourself while others have hurt you so much. I love you so much, Demi. I really do."