The Girl Named Cat c.h

Chapter seven

I was eating chicken and now I want more. Chapter sucks I'm sorry -Stitch
The chapter is great stfu stitch. You did good -Abby

Calums POV-

"We should go out with Luke the next time." Emily slurs. I took her out to dinner and it wasn't the best idea. She got very drunk off of martinis and started saying all this crap about the band. She continued saying how ugly Michael is and how much of a slut Cat was. Then she kept saying that Ashton was a five year old stuck in a nineteen year olds body. She also said that Luke was way hotter than any of us combined. I ignored her comments though. I didn't want to start something that didn't need to be started.

"Hey Calum?" Emily giggled. I sighed and turned my head to look at her for a quick second before turning my attention back on the road.

"What?"

"You still love Cat don't you?" She laughed as if it were the funniest thing she heard all day.

I do still love her. I couldn't care less about how we were just teenagers. I hate how adults say that we know nothing about love when in all honesty some of us do.

Just thinking about Cat makes me unhappy. Like, when I'm in a good mood for once she ruins it. Just the thought of her ruins it. It used to make me the happiest person alive. I want to be happy again. I could be happy and not with Emily if I were to just listen to Cat. If I were to just listen to her none of this would've happen. God, I wish I could just forget about her. I wish I could have amnesia about the whole damn thing. It probably hurt her more than it hurt me. She was always paranoid that I wouldn't trust her. And I did but I made her think I didn't and I regret it so much. I regret everything.

"You have no idea."

Cats POV-

I've done everything in my power to not cut myself again but it never works. I can't stop now. It's all because of him too. This would've never happened if it weren't because of him. I can't stand him. He made me do this. All that crap about him loving me and and telling me not to do it again because he loves me too much is bullshit.
I leave my bathroom after I've cleaned myself up. I've just cut myself again. I did it more on my legs and sides than anything else. I put on sweatpants and a hoodie so I could hide them. It was already cold in my house anyways.

I laid down in my bed. I figured I could try to go to sleep. No ones home anyways and I'm not going to be hanging out with my friends today. Maybe sleeping is just what I need to try to get over this heartbreak...

~Dream~

"Cat! Cat where are you!?" Calum yelled as he entered my home. I was in the boys home awhile ago but I ran out. I was just on twitter and all my notifications were random people just hating me. Sending horrible things and wanting me to die. So I threw my phone and ran out of the house and ran all the way home. I was thankful I was in track and I could run long distances. I was also thankful that no one was home because I did what I have been for as long as I could remember. I cut myself for the second time today. But I couldn't stop this time. I couldn't stop bleeding and I couldn't stop leaving the marks on my skin.

"Cat! Cat- oh there you are. I was looking all over for you and-" he cut himself off when he saw me. I was laying on my stomach on my bed. My arm hanging out from the side of it. I felt lifeless but I knew I could move. I looked up at him and saw him coming towards me. "Cat are you okay?" He kneeled down on both his legs at the side of my bed where I was. I just shook my head and put my head in my pillow.

"What's wrong baby? You can tell me." He cooed. I sighed and sat up straight in the bed.
"It's those people you call your fans. My twitter is just filled with random people calling me hurtful names and telling me to die and jump off a cliff. What did I do to them? D-did I do something wrong? I'm a nice person aren't I? I mean sure I'm not an angel but I'm nice enough you know? I just don't know what I did to deserve this and it's really pissing me off and making me upset and I just don't know what to do about it." I started flailing my arms around like I usually do when I'm angry or upset. He caught one of my arms before it hit the bed. He turned it around and saw all my cuts. Old ones new ones you name it he saw it. I sighed and put my head in my hands. I'm so stupid. I should've covered them up or something.