Five Against One

Monday October 7th

Chapter 3

"What are you doing inside my house?" I say backing away from him.

"Oh nothing, just wanna talk." he says shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't want to fucking speak to scum like you." I spit and he chuckles lowly and walks upstairs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I scream following him up the stairs.

"Just looking around." he says shrugging his shoulders.

What the hell?

He opens my bedroom door and walks in looking around.

"Get out!" I scream grabbing his wrist trying to pull him out of my room.

He picks up my journal and starts to flip through the pages.

"Stop!" I scream trying to grab it from his rough hands. "That's personal!" I say trying to grab it from him again, but failing miserably due to our height difference and his strength.

"Monday, October 7th." he reads out loud looking up at me. I stand there in complete horror remembering that day exactly. That was one of the worst attacks, I was in the hospital for four days in a coma.

"I wish those damn boys would leave me alone already." he goes on. "They put me in a coma for gods sake. They told me I've been out for four days. I can't believe they just left me out in the woods, stranded. They told me that some hikers found me later in the evening out cold, but still breathing. The doctors keep asking what the cuts on my wrist are from and I keep telling them cooking accidents, but I don't think they're buying it." he says and looks up with a confused look on his face. "Maybe if they do something a little more life damaging I'll actually die, maybe then I could be safe, a girl can dream right?" he chokes on the words. "I just wish that someone would save me from these psychotic boys, maybe I can save myself. Maybe I could just run in front of a speeding car, or let myself drown in the pool. I would make it look like an accident, so no one would suspect anything. I don't really think my parents would miss me, hell, they aren't even with me right now. They're on their stupid "save the world" expedition in Africa somewhere or something. I don't think I can hold on much longer, these boys are tearing me down and everyday is a damn fight for survival with these Neanderthals. I hope it will all end soon, this whole damn life." he reads the rest and stays silent reading over the pages again.

He looks up with sad eyes and parts his lips slowly.

"Don't you dare." The words come out strangled as I try to keep the tears from spilling down my cheeks.

"Don't you dare open your fucking mouth Styles, I swear to god." I say clenching my jaw.

"Fine suicide." he spits.

"Get out of my house now." I say through gritted teeth.

"Don't tell me what to do. Why the hell would you want to kill yourself over what we do?" he screams and I stay quiet looking at my feet.

"I don't have to tell you anything." I say quietly.

"If you don't tell me, I swear to god, I will-" he starts but I cut him off.

"Ok! Fine, fine." I say throwing my hands up in defense.

"I'm waiting!" he says crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, people always tell me, t-to be happy, so I-I thought," I say pausing to wipe my cheek. "I thought that was the only way I could be happy." I say.

He stares at me concerned and then quickly changes it to disgust.

"How fucking pathetic." he says and I feel my face heat up.

"You know what's pathetic!?" I scream. "Fucking picking on a girl so much that she fantasizes about drowning herself to get away from you. Or making someone feel as if the only way for them to get away from all this pain you give them is killing themselves. That's fucking pathetic." I spit and his face turns red and his jaw clenches.

"Just because you're a suicidal bitch doesn't mean you can make me feel bad." he screams.

"Yeah well just because you're an ignorant bully doesn't mean you can make me feel bad!" I scream and he laughs.

"But I already have. On October 7th when you thought about killing yourself." he says and I get confused.

"Don't you get it? I already won Alex. You wanted to kill yourself because of me. I already made you feel bad." he says and I clench my fists together.

"Get out of my house now!" I scream and he laughs lightly. "What do you even want!?" I scream again and he laughs again.

"Satisfaction." he says simply and I get even more mad.

All of the anger bubbles up inside of me and I feel like tearing him up into shreds.

I guess this is a good enough excuse to get out of this damn world.

"Fine." I say and Harry looks confused.

I turn around and Harry follows silently. I walk to the kitchen and take a chefs knife from the drawer. I hold it up in front of Harry to show him and he still looks confused.

I bring it to my wrist and cut myself and then bring it to my neck.

"Stop!" he screams. Jumping towards me trying to stop me.

He grabs my wrists but I manage to get the knife to where I want it.

"Here's your fucking satisfaction." I scream and cut my neck. I feel the life escaping me and everything goes black. The last thing I see is blood on the knife and a pale Harry struggling with me.