Bullied by the Boys (26MGMT) Fanfiction

Forty-three

Hazels POV

I went back inside to get some pasta salad, but instead I heard hollering coming from the front of the house.

It was Jaden and Nash fighting I think. I didn't want to be nosy so I blocked it out.

Nash came back inside but I awkwardly tried to avoid him. He walked in slowly and I could sense he was staring at me, but all I did was look down and scooped some pasta.

"Hey" he says.

I just looked up and gave him and very mild smile and then immediately looked back down. My right arm wasn't wrapped so you could see my stitches and scars. Shit. He was staring right at them.

"What" I asked kinda snippy

"Well..." He started. "How are you"

"Why do you care. Oh wait you don't"

"I'm just trying to be nice"

"And I'm just trying to end this conversation" I said.

"LOOK IM SORRY LIFE ISNT TURNING OUT AS YOU PLANNED RIGHT NOW BUT YOU DONT HAVE TO BE A BITCH ABOUT EVERYTHING" Nash said.

I couldn't help but let a few years stream down my face but I looked down hoping Nash wouldn't see.

"Can you please just leave me alone"

"Why so you can cry like a bitch-faced baby in private"

"I can't do this anymore" I cried and ran outside pulling my phone out of my phone calling Courtney.

Nashs POV

"I can't do this anymore" Hazel Cried and ran outside. I followed her but ducked behind a bush so she wouldn't know I was there.

She was calling someone.

Hazels POV

"hello?" the phone answered

"Courtney" I cried into the phone.

"Yeah are you okay?"

"No. I can't do this anymore. I just can't. I'm not gonna be a failure this time. I'm gonna make it work." Now Courtney didn't know that I've tried to committ suicide 2 times. She never knew that. AT ALL.

"what are you saying Hazel. Please it's gonna be ok."

"That's the thing Courtney. I can't just pretend like everything's okay. I hate myself. I hate my brother. I hate where I live. I hate my life. It's so fucked up. I have to kill myself" I cry and start to hyperventilate

"Promise me you'll be okay tonight please!"

"F-fine. I'll call you later because I'm n-not home right n-now" I need to calm down

"Ok. Remember! it's gonna be ok"

-end of call-

I'm so fucking tired of everyone saying "it's gonna be okay"

No shut the fuck up. It's NOT gonna be ok. Of course it'll be okay for YOUUUU because what I'm going through you ARENT.

It's so annoying.

I walked over to my car and put my elbows on the hood and burrows my face into my hands.

I want to go home and sleep, then hopefully never wake up.

Nashs POV

Hazel looks a mess right now. I ran to the back of the house and found my mom and Mrs Smith not there. I asked the guys, "hey where did your mom and my mom go"

Hayes said "mom took Mrs Smith to that new market by grandmas house. They were gonna take Hazel but they couldn't find her."

"When are they coming home?"

"Between 9-10pm"

"Does Hazel know?" I ask

"I don't think" Nick said. "Do you want me to tell her?"

"Sure" I said.

"Where is she" in the front by your car" I said. And nick started to run to the front where the car is. Oh No! I forgot to tell him that she wasn't doin so well. Like something was up...

Nicks POV

I wonder if I try to talk to Hazel, she'll shut me out. I know we don't get along and she hayes my guts, but I actually love her a lot...as my sister.

I walked up to her while she was by the car

"Hey Haz- woah what happened to you" I said. Oops. Wrong thing to say to a teen girl.

"Nick go away" Hazel said

"I just wanted to say mom went somewhere with mrs grier and they'll be back at 9-10"

"Are you kidding me" she said infuriated

"Sorry"

"Just leave me alone"

"W-why?" I ask

"Ya know this is probably the most you've talked to me since last year"

"I-im sorry" I said "but what's wrong"

"Leave. Me. Alooooonnnneeee."

"Fine"

I walked away and headed back to the guys.

"Did you tell her?" hayes asked.

"Ya. But something's up" I said

Nashs POV

should I tell them what's wrong? no it's not important.

Hazel came to the back with her MacBook. It looked like she was crying.

Hazels POV

"Do you have scissors or a pocket knife I could borrow" I asked quietly

"Ummm yeah why?" Nash asked asked confused.

"I need to open a package." I replied.

"Here." Nash handed me a pocket knife. Why does he have a- you know what? I'm not gonna question it. You won't believe what guys carry around in their pockets nowadays.

"Don't cut yourself with that knife now" Carter said in a mocking way.

"W-what"

"You heard me princess"

I felt ashamed. I looked at my brother and Nash because they were the only ones who knew. I wanted to cry. No. I meant throw up. Wait. Maybe I mean. Die.

I walked away in fury and took the pocket knife. I had to open up a bubble wrapped envelope from Tay. In the meanwhile, I did cut my arm a couple times. 2 times by accident. And 5 times on purpose.

I went back in and grabbed some paper towels, then went back outside to wrap my arm and used some tape in the car to hold the towels. Then I threw on my Brandy Melville maroon "Los Angeles" sweatshirt on so i had sleeves. Then the guys won't be able to see anything.

I wiped the knife on my shorts to get whatever was on there off and then walked to the back and returned it to Nash.

I reached over the table and handed it to him.

"Where are you going?" they asked.

"In the car" I responded

"Why" Cam said

"There's no where else to go"

"Why don't you sit with u-" hayes starting saying, but then Carter kicked his shin under the table signaling him "no don't say that"

I stood there for a sec and then left.