Come With Me (Niall Horan)

Chapter 6

Gisela's (P.O.V.)

In class people kept pointing and staring at me. It made me very uncomfortable. I don't really like attention, and I could tell they were talking about me.

"Gisela." I heard someone whisper. I tried to ignore it. "Gisela." I heard someone whisper louder. A pencil was thrown at me this time. I turned around. It was one if the mean girls I don't like. "So who do you like? Brent or Niall? I know neither of them like you." She said with a laugh.

I tried not to think about or care about what she said. But I just couldn't. I don't even know who I like more. I think that I like Niall more but I still kinda like Brent. What's wrong with me? Why do I even like them?

After a while I started to feel people pulling my hair. Things were still getting thrown at me, and people were calling me names. I wish Niall was here. He would have got them to stop one way or another.

"Hey, Gisela. What's ugly, stupid, and worthless?" Asked one of the guys from two tables down. "You." He said.

All the popular kids started laughing. It wasn't even funny. Who laughs at that?

"Aw don't cry. It's just a joke. Be happy that people make jokes, because if people didn't, then you wouldn't be here." He said. They started laughing again.

I felt myself about to cry now. So I asked to go to the bathroom. When I got up to leave I heard people making crying sounds and then laughing.

I went strait to the bathroom and started crying. I couldn't stop. They make me feel like this everyday! I get tired of it.

This time I think I might use my I'm finally ending this tool. If you don't know what that is, it's a blade. I hid it on top of the mirror in case I ever wanted to use it at school. Which, obviously I haven't yet.

I brought it down and went in the stall in case someone walked in. I looked at it. I know I keep doing this. I would bring it down and pretty much look at it and put it back. But not this time.

I finally put it deep in my wrist. It hurt so much. I felt my pulse to my wrist. Then I started freaking out. Why did I do this? Now I don't want to die. What is my mom going to think? I never told her I've been getting bullied. She would never even know why I did this!

I quickly ran to the sink and started washing it. Blood was coming out fast. Now what am I going to do? I started feeling dizzy and I know I can't stop it. I finally gave up. I put my back against the wall and closed my eyes. I was ready for the end now.