Gone (h.s.)

Chapter 1

I take the razor and slide it across my skin. I slide it again, the second time even deeper than the first.

I keep cutting until my whole left arm is cut. I walk to my room, put my razor back in my drawer and pull my sleeves down.

I wipe my tears away and walk back to the bathroom to wash my face. After I wash my face, I open up my laptop and go onto twitter.

I go onto my notifications and read the hate comments I get from everyone.

"Ew what a whore"

"I wonder why anyone would even dare to talk or look at her? She's so ugly"

"Go kill yourself. No one would care anyways."

I read further until one in the morning and then shut it off.

I lay down and think about what my life has become. Maybe I'm better off dead. I cut and no one gives a crap about it. I barely sleep at all. My life is a living hell. My mother hates me; she says I'm a worthless child, probably cause it's true.

I cry until the sun rises. My alarm beeps and I shut it off. I get up and get changed into a black sweater and jeans. I put my socks and black converses on and grab my phone. I leave for the bus.

When I get to the bus stop I wait about 5 minutes until the bus comes.

I get on the bus and everyone stares at me. It's not normal to see a girl wearing a sweater in the middle of May. I take my seat in the back as usual and watch out the window.

We arrive at hell (AKA school), and get off the bus. I walk into the building and walk to my locker to put my books in there.

"Where do you think you're going?" I hear a deep voice ask.

"Z-Zayn, um I-I.." I stutter at a loss for my words.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Zayn steps dangerously close.

"I-um-"

"Zayn! Stay away from her." I'm surprised as a very tall boy with a mop of curls on his head and a raspy, British voice turns around the corner.