Harry and I got home at about 7:45 pm. I still had dried up tears in my eyes which made me look like a fucking zombie from The Walking Dead. The funny thing is that I don't even watch that show and I know what it's about.
This was one of the worst days in my life. I cried on live TV like a freakish baby and when I went to check my phone, my interview was trending.
About 80% of people felt bad for me because I had to tell my backstory. The rest of the percentage kept calling me a cry baby and a faker.
They thought I was making up my horrific backstory. If only I could tell them. Even if I could, most of them live across the country or even across the globe. If only.
Harry and I never talked on our way back to our house. I was too heartbroken. Too depressed. I wanted to run away. I wanted to die.
I heard the engine shut down even though I was listening to Diana again. I paused it cause I was going listen to it again in bed.
The urges of suicide and cutting were strong.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked putting his left hand on my right shoulder. His hands are awfully large they got my shoulder perfectly. To answer him, I nod but I can tell he isn't buying it.
We open our doors and walk up to the walk way, heading towards our home. All I could think about was home.
The thought are becoming stronger by the second. I think to day is the night I shut my eyes. The day I see my birth-family. I want to see them so bad. The thought of seeing Andrew, Mom, and Dad made me smile-but only in the inside. I do love Harry considering he's my dad, but I just never felt so depressed in my life.
As Harry wedges the key in the keyhole, he looks at me straight in the eyes and says, "Please don't forget that I'll always be here, Brooke. No matter how bad things get...I'll be here. Always." I remember the words that always echo in my brain.
"Because you're a bird with a broken wing. And I want to take care of you so you can fly."
The thoughts lessen but only so much.
The door opens and my stomach drops as if there was an 100 pound weight inside the acid.
I wanted to see my family tonight. My thought of suicide have never been stronger. I could feel my head pounding with ways of how I should off myself.
I could start the bath with boiling hot water, but the notice of the water would blow my plan away. That one is out. I could get Harry's kitchen knife out of the drawer and stab myself but I don't want it to be a slow death, I want it to be an instant death. I could take one of the belts Gemma and Anne bought me and hang myself. The death would be instant. That will be my death.
Harry and I sit down on the couch. We then on the tv only to find Finding Nemo playing. I rest my head on Harry shoulder and watch the movie.
There is but only one flaw to my suicide plan. Harry will be the one to find my lifeless body. I can picture it. My body will be hanging lifeless by the belt, tied up to my fan. Harry will knock on the door trying to ask if I'm okay. Only the door will be locked, hiding my cold body. Harry will try and open the door, then try and bust it down. The door will break down and soon will Harry.
I can't picture any further.
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10:45 pm
"It's time for bed, Brooke." Harry alerts me.
"Alright." I say, feeling nearly sick to my stomach. It's almost time.
"Go get dressed into your pajamas and I'll be up soon to tuck you in." Harry said. I get up from the couch and go up stairs to my room. Doing threw my drawers, I find my orphan clothes. I hold them in my hands, feeling the cloth and brushing it against my check. I through them on my bed and stuff it under my pillow. I'm going to wear that tonight. I pick out polka doted pajamas Harry gave me just three days ago. I'm going to miss him so much.
Harry comes in the room just as I button up my top pajama. "You ready?" he says. "Yah." My stomach drops out of my body down all the way to China. I get inside my bed as Harry walks to my side. "Good night sweetheart." Harry says kissing my forehead. He pulls up the blanket to my chin as I say "Night Harry." Harry leaves to the door, looks back at me, smiles, and shut the door behind him.
That'll be the last time I'll ever see him. The last time I'll ever her his sweet velvety voice. Last time I'll feel his soft lips press against my broken and shatters body. I'm going to miss him so much. I'll always remember him.
I get up and get changed into my orphan clothes. Next, I walk I walk over to the door and lock it. Then, I walk over to my closet and take out my thick belt Gemma and Anne got for me. I set the belt down on my bed.
I went to my desk and pulled out a sheet of paper to write my suicide note.
I write:
Harry,
I'm sorry you had to find me this way. I want to tell you it's not your fault. I just couldn't take the hate anymore. The fans never loved me, my past was haunting me, and the demons in my head were taking over. Tell Uncle Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Liam that it wasn't they're fault ether. Tell them I loved them so much and that I'll miss them. Tell Gemma and Anne I had such a wonderful time with them and that I love them as well. Harry. You were the first person to love me in years. Please, never forget me.
Brooke Styles
I leave the note on my desk and walk on top of my bed. I lift up the belt and tie it to the fan. I could barley tie it because my hands are shaking faster then a mouses heart beat. I make a loop around my neck and a tear drop down my eye.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper to Harry, but my voice gets lost in the air. He'll never her my voice.
I want to feel his arms around me, hugging me and telling me that he loves me. But this is my only escape from the hate, the bullying, the death threats. The fans.
I tighten the belt around my neck, and close my eyes.....
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Authors Note
I'm not going to tell you guys if Brooke offed herself or not. That's the beauty of cliff hangers, torturing the readers until there brain burn out from questioning what happened.
<happily sighs>
See you next time on the Amanda Show!
Ha ha!
If only Amanda hadn't gone crazy...
<sad sighs>
Sorry for the short chapter :-/
Xoxo ❤️
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