Life is not a Fairy Tale (a One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 5: Confession

Ali's POV

I get to come home today. I'm so done with the hospital, I've been in here for a week and I'm so bored of it. I will have come back next week to get my stitches out of my wrist. "Hey Ali, ready to go home?" Harry says as he enters my room. "Yes I'm so done with hospital." I say to him as I get up. As we are driving home I think how happy I am to be out of hospital, but also how I have to I have to be back at home with my brother that left me, my parents who hate me, and that I would have to go back to school on Monday with everyone else that hates me. I start to cry a little but I blink away the tears because I don't want Harry to notice. We arrive at home and as soon as I enter the house I see everyone else in the living room watching t.v. Zayn is the first one to come up and hug me and ask me if I'm ok. "Yes, I'm fine." I tell him. "Never scare me like that again, I thought you were gone." Zayn said. I didn't say anything after that, I went and joined everyone else in the living room. I sat down on the chair and looked at my phone. Of corse there were like 50 messages on twitter and I got a bunch notifications on Facebook and Instagram. I had no intention of looking at them right now, I wasn't in the mood to read all the shit they are saying to and about me.

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I wake up in the morning and dread what's ahead of me. It's Monday, that means that I have to go back to school today. Of corse I get ready and come out of my room and my mom starts yelling at me about this and that. Ugggggg!

I get to school and I'm hoping that no one notices me, but I was wrong, I came in and everyone stared at me. Then as I walked through the halls everyone crowded me and started teasing me about my suicide attempt. They all said things like, "You should have died, why are you still alive.", "Did your attempt not work, I'm sorry, you should try again.", "Try, try again.", and "Go kill yourself, everyone will be happier if you were dead.", etc. Ugggg I hate school.

I get home in tears again. I run past everyone in the living room and go straight into my room. I open the usual droor in the nightstand next to my bed. I open the little box in the droor looking for my blade. It's not there. They took it. I look for the box in my closet that has my spare blades. It's not there either! They took them all away. Quickly thinking I grab a pencil sharpener and unscrew it with my nail. I take the blade and head for the bathroom. When I open my bedroom door I see Harry standing in front of my doorway. "Ali, what are you doing?" He asked. "Nothing." I say hiding the blade behind my back. "Then what do you have behind your back?" He asked. "Nothing I replied. He reaches behind me grabbing the small blade from my hand. "Give it back." I say. "No, you can't keep doing this to yourself. You couldn't find your other blades because I took them and flushed them down the toilet. I really need you to stop." He said. "I can't stop, I need this." I said. "No you don't." He said. "Yes I do." "Why?" He asked. I ran to my bed and fell on it crying. He came over to comfort me. "Please, tell me why you need this. Help me understand." He said. "You'll never understand unless it's happened to you." I said. "I can try. At least if I know why you do it, I can try to help you." He said. "No one can help me." I said. "Please let me try." He said. "Fine." I said. I got up and shut the door. Then I sat down and told him. "After Zayn left and you guys became a band my family changed. My parents hate me and I'm being bullied at school. I'm getting so much hate mail from Twitter, I have hate accounts on Instagram, and hate posts and comments on Facebook. I got to the point last year when I couldn't handle it anymore and I just broke down and started cutting. It soon became an addiction. I want to and have wanted to stop but I can't. When I cut I get an escape from everything. For a moment I don't feel anything. All I focus on is the blood running down my arm. I cut to know I can feel something besides emotional pain. I try and try but I can't stop. I suicide because that day my best friend ditched me. I really have nothing to live for. Sometimes I paint, but most of the time when I'm upset I can't even focus on that. Most of the time when I come home from school I come up to my room and paint." "Ali, it's good that you can pain to distract yourself. You should try to focus on that instead of cutting. If you ever need anything, I'm here for you." He said sweetly. "Ok, thanks for listening Harry. You're the only one who would ever listen to me." I told him. "You're my only friend right now." I said. "I'm always here for you Ali." He said. We hugged, he left and I stayed in my room.