Niall Horan, My Super Hero? 0.o

Chapter 5: The pain came back Lou!! :'(

Authors note: hey guys :) sorry I haven't been on! I have had so much on my mind recently because of family stuff :/ anyways, here it is :) sorry about it being so short! There may be something in this chapter that may trigger self harm and suicidal thoughts. Please, if you know something will be triggered than tell me and I will write a different chapter for you privately :) STAY STRONG! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!!!!!!

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3 months later............

"I tried Lou! I really did! I'm so sorry! It's just so hard! I gave in and I let them win! They broke me!" I pressed send as I revealed my secret which I'd kept hidden from everyone I know, all day. If you haven't caught on yet, well, let's just say that I caught up with an old friend of mine who caused me so much pain but relief at the same time. I was broken. It was going to take a lot to fix me that time! Sorry Lou, sorry Ell! But I think this may be the end of the road for me.

I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out the rope in which ties my dressing gown together. I placed it on my bed and returned to my 'home' on the bathroom floor. I opened my box on the bathroom bench, revealing a brownish stained blade about an inch in length. I put it to my skin and began to count.
"This is for being a loser,
This is for being an idiot,
This is for being ME!" I yelled reason after reason for 15 minutes. This caused more cuts to cover the many scars already painted on my wrists, legs and stomach. I'd had enough and it was time for me to go! I stood up, not even bothering to clean my new battle wounds, and stumbled over to my bed. I held the rope in my hand as I slowly walked to where my fan was placed upon my roof. A stool already waiting for my arrival. I tied the rope around my neck, already attached to the fan, the rope hung freely. I stood up on the stool, and pulled the note from inside my pocket. It read:

"She paints a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist,
Her paint brush is a razor,

And the canvas is her wrist,
She paints her pretty picture,
In a colour that's blood red,

While using her sharp paint brush,
She ends up finally dead,
Her pretty picture's fading,

Quite slowly on her arm,
The blood is not racing through her,
She can no longer do harm,

She painted her pretty picture,
But her picture had a twist,
You see her mind was her razor,

And her heart was her wrist."

I kicked out the stool from beneath my feet, leaving myself to die. Everything was nearly over. It had almost faded completely. Ellie.
"BONNIE! NO PLEASE!" She screamed, racing over to where I was positioned.
"I-I'm-m" I blacked out.

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White walls. I knew exactly what that meant. I didn't do it. I didn't save myself from all the pain and fear. I failed. I only just opened my eyes and the bright lights of the hospital room where too much for me. I turned my head as my eye lids closed and my head filled with quotes I read before I tried to leave. Why didn't it work? ELLIE? Great -.-' I was going to have to do a lot of explaining later on -.-'

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