Broken

Chapter 10

I can't clear my head. Images from yesterday can't leave my head. Niall was back and with Heidi. What the hell was he doing with her? 

I pick up my phone and dial Niall's number, "Hello?" His voice slow and deep.

"Hello, Niall," I steady my voice. Stay calm, don't overwhelm him with questions, I remind myself.

"What the hell do you want?" He sounds annoyed, now.

"Where have you been? Why haven't you tried contacting me? I've missed you, Niall, and so has Anna!" I shout.

"That's not my problem to deal with, I left for a reason and now that the problem has partly been solved, I don't want to have anything to do with your suicidal ass."

My eyes widen, he would never say anything like that to me. Not to my face. Tears start building up. "How dare-"

"I don't give a shit about you, Breeze," He interrupts me. "You want everyone to feel sorry about you and I was under you spell, for quite awhile, and now I'm done. All you want is attention and it's pathetic!" 

My face is soaked with tears. I can't let him think he got the best of me. I stifle a sob, "Niall."

"Shut the hell up, you pathetic piece of shit!"

The line goes dead. 

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Blood slips from my wrists, globs at a time, onto my bathroom floor. Sobs and screams part from my mouth. At this point I don't care who hears me, I hope whoever does, comes in here and finds me dead. I have nothing to live for, especially now. Niall nor Harry couldn't give a shit about me, they'd watch me die and laugh about it. Hell, they'd probably help me. Months before, Niall had told me he loved me and he kissed me, when he found me lying on my bathroom, covered in blood.

I cut deeper this time, blood escapes my open slit, more than before. I do it again, I smile. There's less pain, the more I slit my wrists and my legs. Now, my thighs are full of old and new scars, scabs are over the most recent ones, still tender to the touch. 

My phone rings, it's Harry. I answer, "The hell you want?" I try to make my voice sound firm, it doesn't work. 

"Easy, what's wrong with you?" Harry's voice is raspy. It makes me not think how much of a jerk he can be. Just of the guy that I loved six months ago, the kind, cheeky, Harry. The Harry that I met at three in the morning, is the badass, asshole, Harry. It wasn't the Harry I ever expected to see. He changed and it wasn't in a good way.

"I don't want to deal with your shit tonight, too'" I say weakly.

"Too? What happened?" 

"It's clearly none of your business."

"Breeze, tell me what happened."

Harry is now being sincere? Tonight is just full of surprises. 

"I went to go play mini golf this afternoon with my mom, and I saw Niall with his ex girlfriend, Heidi, and they were laughing and smiling and having fun. Then about an hour ago, I called Niall, to get answers, but I don't know what I wanted answers for. He wasn't himself, he was being an asshole. He said he was done putting up with my..." I trail off at what Niall said. 'I don't want to have anything to do with your suicidal ass.' Those words literally came out of his mouth. I still can't believe he said that.

"He was does putting up with your, what!" Harry shouts. "You can't leave a cliffhanger like that, Breeze!"

I shudder, "With my suicidal ass." Tears are streaming down my face. I didn't realize I started crying.

"Oh," Harry snickers. "That was a good one. I don't know how I didn't come up with that before!"

I hang up and everything turns black. I hope I'm dead, I say to myself as my vision turns to pure blackness.

[Author's Notes: Thank you so much for 100+ reads, you guys! I appreciate whatever you guys did to get me to 100. I know it's really no that much, but it's good enough! I hope you all stay strong because if you are looking for a sign to not to kill yourself tonight, this is it bbyboo<3 I love you all!]