Save Me - A One Direction Fanfiction (TO BE DELETED)

Chapter 1

*2010*

Cady 

"I don't know why you wear that shirt, you can see your fat rolls through it." Carrow stands at my door way wearing slimming jeans and a floral blouse.  Her brown hair falling in ringlets around her shoulders. I tug down on my shirt, and look down to see that it's true.

"Why are you trying to make me hate myself?" I demand, curling my hands up into fists by my side.

Carrow smirks and twists one of her curls.  "I honestly don't know why you need me to tell you the truth." She sat down on the edge of my bed and rubs my cat's stomach. "If I were you, I'd kill myself."

"Get out," I growl at her.  

Her grin hasn't left her face.  "How does it feel like knowing you'll die alone? Or that you're not smart enough to make it big?" She stares at my cat before her eyes find mine.  The piercing green eyes look right through me, right down to my biggest insecurity. Carrow tries to look sympathetic, but she looks nothing but malicious.  

"I said get out, Carrow." My teeth gritted and anger started boiling to my face.  I feel a wave of sadness wash over me, nearly over taking my fury.  I know Carrow saw me falter.  She always senses the cracks in my tough exterior.  Her work is done, she exits the room with a broad smile, like she isn't trying to tear me to pieces.  I slam the door once she's out.  With my hand still pressed against the door, I silently allow tears to escape my eyes and fall down my face.  My tall mirror with a green border stands against my teal wall.  The words 'ugly', 'slutty', 'fat', 'pathetic', 'alone', 'rejected', written in big blue letters from my dry erase marker.  I look at it and see my normally brown and clear eyes puffy and pink.  My dung brown hair is matted to my pale face. I roll up my gray sweat shirt and see my right wrist cut up and scarred in places.  

I snag my dry erase marker from my white bed stand and yank off the top.  I start with a large W then move on to the next letters.  The newest addition to my mirror read 'weak'.  Just another thing to cut for is what I see it as.  I underline it several times before recapping the marker and throwing it onto my bed.  

I get on my knees and stare at myself in the mirror, pointing out everything that's wrong with me.  I think it's everything. Absolutely everything, from my looks to my intelligence and even to my personality.  I'm broken, I'm looking at a broken form of myself in the mirror.  Broken in every possible way. I let out a sob that's barely audible and continue crying to myself.  

I swear on the other side of the door I hear a snicker, low and cruel.

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*Present Day*

Juliet

Juliet Barons sits at the end of the table, watching the world rage around her in the jungle called a high school cafeteria.  She nibbles on part of her turkey sandwich before throwing it into the garbage with the rest of her lunch.  Juliet isn't hungry, she never was anymore.  Julet's section of the table was empty except for her.  Most people kept their distance from her.  

Some girls with mounds of make up sat several seats away from Juliet.  She overhears them talking about some boy band to make up some lost school time in their school.  Juliet knotted her thin eyebrows together.  Apparently the boy band was British, not American, so why would they attend a public high school in Chicago?  Juliet wasn't a fan, she had only heard a couple of their songs and they were both about girls really.  Many girls in America swooned over these five British boys, who wouldn't? Juliet of course, Juliet isn't normal, she definitely isn't like most girls, not by a long shot.