Taylor Caniff/Cameron Dallas imagine

"YOU NEED TO HAVE SELF RESPECT FOR YOURSELF AND NOT JUST THROW YOURSELF OVER ANY FUCKING GUY ALEXIS" Taylor screamed at you.

"I DONT THROW MYSELF OUT THERE. I -" You yelled back but taylor cut you off "YES THE FUCK YOU DO! ALEXIS IM JUST TRYING TO PROTECT YOU. YOUR MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND AND IM NOT GONNA LET YOU BECOME A LITTLE SLUTT."

He harshly screamed.

"I HATE YOU GET OUT!" you yelled.

Tay grabbed his keys from the couch and stormed out.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU TOO AND I WISH I NEVER WOULD OF MET YOU YOU STUPID WORTHLESS BITCH!"

and with that he was already in his car driving away.

You sat down on the couch. Shocked at what just happened. Tears filled your eyes. You never heard Taylor yell at you like that before. Did he really mean what he just said? Probably. I am worthless. you thought to yourself.

You looked up to see your mother looking down at you from the stairs.

"Honey are you okay?" she spit out.

"Do I look okay?" you sassed back.

"He didn't mean it. He's just mad. Let him cool down." she left with that and walked downstairs.

You went to your room and curled up into a ball on your bed with your knees to your chest.

You looked at your wrist to see light scars. You quickly pulled down your side of your shorts to reveal more marks. Memories popped into your head and bad thoughts came to mind.

All the hate you've been getting from the boys fans. all the nasty comments flashed in your mind.

You couldn't take it anymore.

You fearcly opened your dresser door and scrambled In the mess.

You found it.

You stared at the metal like it was the last thing you wanted to see. It was freedom.

You heard your phone vibrate on the floor you bent over to see who it was. Taylor.

You completely ignored it. Not caring.

You sliced your wrists like no other. You winced in pain but releaving pain. You watched the blood quickly form in the 8 cuts you made.

Instantanly you thought of all the good times. All the funny vines with all the boys. Magcon. Your best friends. You started to remember the first time you cut. Cameron helped you through it. You even remembered the first day you met the boys.. you fainted. Now it's nothing. And now your always with them. They're your bestfriends. , Pratically your life.

The blood began to slide down the sides of your wrist. You grabbed a close towel and whiped them. The blood soon dried while you laying on your side trying to figure out when your life changed. When everything changed. When your family broke up. When you first became depressed. You began to think of Taylor and all the fun times you guys have had. You and Taylor were closer than Cameron and Nash.

You soon fell into a deep deep sleep. A sleep you well needed.

You woke up to the sound of your phone going off. It's Carter? You didn't answer it. The missed call showed on your home screen and you saw 54 missed calls from all the boys? 20 voicemails.

You started to become nervous.

You scanned through who called you and you instantly there was only one missed call from Taylor. and that was from last night.