Some scars don't heal || m.c

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*TRIGGER WARNING- ABUSE/SELF HARM*

Songs of the Chapter-

Disconnected by 5SOS

Waking Dream by Natalie Walker

Addicted to You by Avicii

*TAYLOR'S POV*

"Stay safe ok? You can call me whenever, I put my number on your phone so that you don't have to keep using Twitter to talk to me. You can talk to me about anything, don't worry about bothering me; I want to make sure that you're ok." Michael's eyes softened as he looked at me, pulling me into a hug as we said goodbye.

"Taylor baby!" Ashton giggled, running up to me.

He wrapped his long arms around me as we were joined by the two other guys.

"Bye Taylor" Calum smiled at me, as I turned to leave.

"Call me ok?!" I heard from Michael as I walked out of the store.

After Michael had introduced me to the other guys, I'd stayed at their signing, Michael refusing to let me leave. I never had managed to find Tia, but meeting 5sos made it worth it. My afternoon had been the best one I'd experienced in recent times, even better was how well me and Michael had connected. It hadn't been awkward at all, once we got past all the small talk, and that was really nice. I trusted him alot, despite only just having met him. It was good knowing that he would be someone I could depend on if I needed to.

•••••••••••

Sighing softly, I shut the front door behind me as I pocketed my keys. Shouts were coming from the kitchen, brutely accompained by the sound of smashing plates.

Kicking my Vans off by the door, I attempted to creep past up the stairs without being noticed. No such luck of course...

"And where have you been, you worthless ass?!" The yell came from behind me, just as I was about to escape up the staircase.

I turned, a knot growing in my stomach. The bloodshot lines in his eyes did nothing to ease my fears; he's drunk.

Gulping slighting, I opened my mouth to answer, only to have my head slammed back against the banister, causing a crack to appear in the painted wood.

I groaned, the sound coming against my will; I shouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt me. I could see the affect the sound had on him; his eyes lit up and his hands reached out to grab my hair.

He pulled sharply on it, dragging me down the stairs and to my knees. His foot connected with my head and I fell backwards, welcoming the darkness with relief.

••••••••••

Colour and light gradually crept into my vision, many hours later, as I slowly opened my eyes. My head throbbing, I reached up and grabbed the stairs to support me. Stumbling to my feet, I dragged myself up them, before I ran into my parents again.

When I finally reached my room, I collapsed through the door, shutting it behind me. My breath came out in watery pants; my eyes filling with tears, not for the first time today.

Was anything ever going to go right?! Why couldn't just one thing happen in my life that was good, perfect even, without me screwing up again?! I deserve this, I know I do, but that doesn't mean I don't hate it.

"Well if you've screwed up once, it doesn't matter if you do again, does it?"

The thought jumped into my head before I could stop it. All of a sudden, the box hidden in my bookcase seemed to be screaming at me; screaming to be opened.

I crawled across the floor, the pathetic thing that I am, to pull the box off of the shelf where it lay.

The lid fell as I did so, giving me easy access to the blades that lay inside, glistening in the pale light in my room.

"Call me if you need anything, ok?"

I let the box slip from my fingers, reaching into my pocket for my phone, quickly dialling Michael (Sexiest person alive<3 being his self-alocated screen name). I couldn't deal with this on my own...