Sad Beautiful Tragic - A Niall Horan fanfiction.

Chapter 8: Where it all started.

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Chapter 8: Where it all started.

Raissa's -POV-

"You're a pathetic loser"

"You're a deluded freak"

"You deserve to die"

"You're useless"

These were the words I kept hearing at the hallway as I walk with my head down,

"Why don't you go and cut yourself?"

"You're a worthless piece of shit"

"Your vile"

I kept walking and walking, those harsh words seem to kept going and going, it doesn't stop,

"I can't believe that we're breathing the same air right now" Tessa Ginne complained, rolling her eyes on me in a annoyed and disgusted way, I ignored her, still walking, I feel like they're right, I am useless.

"What an ugly loser!" Andrew Josh pointed at me as he aggresively pushed me down, making my books scatter around, laughter everywhere, some chattering and most laughing because of the degradation, I stroked my hair as I ignored them again, I bent down picking all of my books, when he began to spill a really cold red Slurpee on me,

"Argh!" I shivered dropping the books again, I could feel the cold ice on my body, then he walked out on me but threw the cup on my face, its not a normal throw actually, its like he smacked it on me.

Tears went streaming down my face, the humiliation I'm going through right now, I just wanted to fade away, I looked around with people laughing at me, so I grabbed all of my books and ran to the bathroom to clean up. Gladly no one ran after me. Running after me because they're still not contented of what they saw, they want more.

I wiped the Slurpee off my head and face, then I stopped and looked at the mirror,

Maybe I am useless.

Maybe I really don't deserve to live.

I put my hand on my face, still crying, maybe it was time, it was time for me to go.

I grabbed my pocket lockblade that I always bring with me incase of danger and this case when I feel like I want to cut, I opened it and closed my eyes, hoping that the blade will go deeper this time, this wasn't the first time I cutted, I always cut, and my family don't even know. I cut it on my lower wrist,

"Ugh!" I groaned in pain, I dropped the blade as I hold my arm seeing the open wide cut, the blood were dropping on the floor, me starting to tear up again, I sat down on the cold tile of the restroom, hoping that this will be the last time because I want to be out of this world, I averted my eyes as I closed it leaning on the cubicle, breathing in and breathing out, and suddenly I have this feeling of going to black out, is this it? because I hope it is...

Seconds were passing by as the blood continues to drop on the floor, me beginning to lose my energy. I was definitely gonna pass out, I can't hear anything, everything is blurry. My body started to shiver as I laid my body on the cold tile, when I hear a familiar voice going towards me,

"Raissa are you okay?"

"What happened?"

"Raissa....wake up!"

"Don't give up on me, please"

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Am I dead?

What happened?

Where am I?

All I see is a light, a light that shines upon me that I could hardly even determine what is it.

And all I hear is a high-pitched sound, like an alarm clock..

I feel like I'm in a bed....and I feel like I'm wearing a soft knee gown...

Am I in the......the hospital?

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I slowly opened my eyes, seeing what I was slightly expecting, I'm in the hospital, and I'm still alive. I'm all laid down here, with my nebulizer, seeing my left arm that I last checked was dripping blood is all. okay.

The real question is....who brought me here and how did he or she found me?

I scanned around, searching if someone was there, and indeed there was, I saw a curly haired guy with his face buried in the pillow of the small couch, I recognize him, is it Harry?

I gulped still not sure if it was him or not, then I finally spoke,

"Hello?" I asked, he moved from his right side but he didn't woke up,

"Harry?" I asked again, recognizing my own brother's chocolate curly locks,

"What? What?" Harry woken up disoriented, then he half-heartedly smile as he saw me,

"Hi" I said, still feeling weak though,

"What happened love?" I could hear the sincerity in the tone of his voice,

"Nothing" I lied "Its nothing important, really"

"Don't lie Raissa" he sighed quietly "I need to know it, I love you and I don't want anything to bother you again"

"I was hurt" I started to unfold myself "People kept calling me harsh and unnecessary names, they kept bullying me all at once, and I feel like they're right....my birth was a big mistake, I'm worthless"

Understanding lit his expression "...oh love" he put his hand on my cheeks, moving back and forth as he stared into my eyes and heard the pain inside my voice,

but then he kissed my lips, it wasn't right, he's my brother....but the kiss was so passionate, his lips are so soft....so fragile, I feel like he doesn't want to hurt me, and what went wrong was, I kissed back.

"I love you" he said, but it sounded like a singing, his voice rang and shimmered like a bell,

"And its not just a typical 'I love you' to someone you are related to, I love you as in I want to interlock my fingers with you, wrap my arms around you, I want to wake up in the morning saying all the beautiful things I still haven't told you, I wanna grow old with you...that so much I'm hurting. If I should die before I wake, its because you took my breath away...losing you is like living in a world with no air. I'm truly, madly, deeply, crazily, rapidly, massively, utterly, completely, irrevocably, possessively and idioticaly inlove with you, you're the other half of me Raissa, I need you...I want you" his smile dazzled me, my eyes turning liquid.

I've never thought that in my entire life someone would tell this words...this words are all I crave for, this is a beautiful reason why would I make him mine.