<><>Willa POV<><>
I was done. No, I was beyond done. I couldn't continue. I could never trust Liam again, let alone Skyler or the other girls. I didn't even know if I wanted to live anymore. After all, what was I without them? Nothing. I was worthless without someone to give me worth.
I took a look in my mirror. Through my tears I saw a distorted view of myself, but it was so revealing. My hair was oily and disgustingly matted as it hung in its ponytail. My face had never been washed since the last time I wore makeup, so I was breaking out and the black from my eyeliner and mascara was carelessly swept across my face. My body was clothed in a pair of sweatpants way too big for me and Liam's sweatshirt. Even in these moments, I couldn't seem to shake him off of me. I ripped of the sweatshirt and threw it out my window. I looked disgusting. I disgusted myself.
Liam's words echoed throughout my brain. I couldn't will myself to hear or think anything else. A charity case. I was nothing to him but a charity case. What was I thinking getting involved with a person like Liam. I mean, all famous people are the same right? All he wanted was to use me in the worst way possible, to promote himself. He never loved me. He said so himself. I couldn't believe it. He was a damn good liar.
One more look in the mirror threw me over the edge. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a glass cup I had used to hold my toothbrush. I grasped the cup and threw it as hard as I could into the mirror, shattering it into a million pieces.
I sunk to the ground, surrounded by mirror shards, many of which were stuck in my skin. I bled, but I didn't care. In fact, all I wanted was to bleed more. Bleed worse. Until I died.
One of the bigger shards rested at my feet. I grabbed a hold of it, and proceeded to tear apart the skin of my palm. I didn't care. I wanted to care, but I didn't.
In one mirror shard, I saw a pool of rope in the corner of my room. I had planned to use that rope to string lanterns over my bed. I never got to it, because my life had been interrupted by five boys, one in particular. It was just one of many reminders of what I left behind that one day I decided to go the the gym. I had missed out on so much, and all that had come out of it was pain. What was my life even worth anymore? Nothing. The rope didn't have to be used for lanterns. It could be used for something else. To take matters into my own hands for once. I wanted to kill myself, and I was willing to do so.
<><> Liam POV <><>
Skyler informed us members of One Direction that in the past, Willa liked to post covers on YouTube. She was amazing, yet undiscovered. Now, she had over a million subscribers, courtesy of dating me.
"Just play the video already," I say impatiently. These past ten days had torn me apart. Without Willa, I was nothing.
Following the order, Sky pressed the play button on her screen. Up flashed the precious face of my girl. She looked pale and sickly, with huge circles under her eyes. It looked like she hadn't slept or eaten this entire ten days.
Her voice was shaky, as she began to speak. She was talking to me. She saw the Ellen show. "I don't appreciate being a charity case." Oh my gosh. She actually thinks I was playing her. Our relationship was over.
As she began to sing, her voice was beautiful. As she began to cry, it became scratchy with pure emotion. What had I done to my girl? I began to cry as she took one final look in the camera, a look pleading for help, and the camera shut off, without a word.
Her performance was haunting, and it woke me up to the reality of my situation. I'm never getting her back, I had done so much damage. All because of my stupid management. I can't believe this. My life's meaning is gone, and she'll never return. I had made a fatal mistake once again.
