Annie's POV
"Annie, are you still in there?" I hear Melissa's voice from the other side of the door.
"Yes," my voice is small and exhausted. I'm dressed, sitting on the floor and completely staring at my bloody skin.
"It's been an hour since you went in. What are you doing, sweety?" she asks of me, curious.
"Just.. I'm fine." my voice cracks and I wipe my burning tears that fall down on my cold, pale face.
"Are you sure?" she questions.
I try to steady my voice, before I answer.
"I am, I'm going out in a few." I tell her and she informs me that she's going to make us something quick to eat. I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry at all, but I should be because I haven't eaten anything since yesterday. I don't want Melissa to see me like this, I don't even want to talk about my problems to her, at least now. I want to be alone and die in my pain and thoughts. Just that.
My sobs become louder, as I can't control my breath.
"Are you crying?" the tone of her voice shows that she's surprised and worried.
"No..." I reply, but myself betrays me.
The door flies opened and her eyes are dropped on me on the floor, wide opened.
"Annie !" she just yelled like a mom telling off her child.
"I'm sorry I didn't-"
She immediately helps me stand up and she holds my hurt hand, putting it under the sink , throwing water.
"Stay here." she instructs and opens the aid cupboard , bringing out some bandages . I feel too ashamed now that she discovered I committed in her house... I'm not okay, I shouldn't do that here, but it was needed and I hadn't another option...
"I'm sorry for..-"
"Are you kidding me? Annie wake up! This isn't a solution." she shouts, but she recovers. "This is not a solution, sweety." her voice sounds calmer.
It is.
"I didn't cut deeply... I don't need this..."
"You've stopped bleeding, at least." she remarks, putting them back. "Do not do this again." she talks emphatically.
"First of, you should just talk. I'm a doctor if you wanna take it like that, I can help you. You should just spill everything out and I promise, you're gonna feel better." she advises me one more time and I faintly smile at her.
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The Joke
FanfictionNiall Horan met Annie Tate in a restaurant. A simple, American girl who moved in London for a better luck. Her lame joke was what changed everything. Management tries to do whatever is possible to split them up and becomes their biggest enemy. What...
