Dear Niall,
You didn't come to visit
It's been a week.
And I'm a wreak.
I lost five pounds.
I'm now at 70 pounds
I need to loose more.
There might be blood droplets on the paper.
I harmed myself again.
Why can't I just disappear?
Niall, do you want me to disappear.
Of course you do, you haven't visited for a week.
You're probably sick of me.
You have a life outside of this.
I don't have a life.
Niall, I want to die.
I really want to die.
YOU ARE READING
Lucky || nh
Short StoryLetters from a girl who was emotionally dead. Letters from a boy who wanted to keep her soul alive. - Niall Horan fanfic
