"Erm," I continued awkwardly. "I was sad that my parents died. And I was sure that I could never be adopted. I was sure that I was never going to love again. And I lost all hope, so I took a knife and a box of matches from the kitchen..."
Five open mouths and ten wide eyes were raised at me.
Finally, I shuddered and locked myself in a bathroom upstairs. Liam's and Zayn's. I noticed a pack of unopened razors calling for me to open my skin and let my wrists and my thighs and my stomach bleed.
I held my breath as I opened the plastic and pulled one out. I swiped it across my skin. Within a few minutes, I was covered in thin lines of blood.
"Mod!" It was Harry. "If you don't answer, I'm coming in there!"
I quickly rolled down my shirt and my sleeves and pulled up my pants, but apparently not quickly enough.
I heard the doorknob turn and then Harry entered the room.
"No."
