After I said that I raked the razor so hard across my skin that I screamed, loudly. Louis ran to my side and ripped the bloody razor out of my hands. I heard pounding up the stairs, but I wasn't sure. It could have been my pulse. My pulse was like a dubstep concert. Thump! Thump! Thump! It was all I could hear. All of a sudden Niall was in front of me. "Oh, Allison why?" He mouthed to me. Harry came up to my injured arm and was dabbing it with a wet cloth. The bleeding stopped after a while. The boys bandaged up my arm. Louis looked at me, it looked like he had just been through hell and back. I started crying, I was already crying, but this time I was sobbing. I walked over to teary eyed Louis. I just made him lay down on my bed. I crawled on and cuddled with him. The boys left us. We just cried ourselves to sleep.
I woke up from dreamless sleep. I looked up at sleeping Louis. He was so innocent when slept. "I'm so sorry Lou." I whispered in his ear. I walked down to the kitchen. Of course Niall was in there. I walked over to the fridge, three pizzas were left. I sighed and grabbed a whole pizza. I sat on a stool using the granite island as a table. Niall looked at me. "I feel terrible!" I shouted, banging my fists on the granite. "F*ck that hurts." I said as I rubbed my bandaged arm. Niall looked at me, he looked sad and mad. "Why did you cut?" He said, obviously trying to keep his cool. I looked down at my hands folded in my lap. "I thought it would make you guys happy." I looked up, tears pricking in my eyes. Niall shook his head, tears also starting in his eyes. "Why would that make us happy!?" He shouted. It scared me a bit, Niall didn't seem like one to yell. "Whenever I cut at my house, my parents and sister were always very happy."
"That's awful." I heard a voice behind me. I turned around, all the boys, (except for Niall), were standing in the doorway. I shrugged. I turned back around and started to eat my cold pizza. One person came up and sat next to me on my right. Another person sat next to me on my left. I ate the whole box. Then I tried to get up but a pair of arms wrapped around me, keeping me from moving. "We have to talk about this." I looked at the tattoos on the arms and knew it was Liam. I nodded. I turned and looked up at the boys. Zayn was on my left, Liam on my right. Niall across from me. Louis on Niall's right, and Harry on Niall's left.
"So what do you boys want to know?"
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Worthless
Teen FictionMy name is Allison. But that doesn't matter. I don't matter. My father says it, my mother says it, and my sister says it. Even when I went to school, the people at school said it too. So it has to be true. I am worthless. I am turning 18 today, fina...
