Obsessed. (Nash grier fanfic)

Yup. I did it.

|Jordan|

It's been two weeks now. Two weeks since I've talked to my parent, since I've seen them, since I herd from them. It's like they don't even care anymore. Like since I left it was a blessing. Who knows what they're doing back home. Probably sitting on the couch eating Doritos and drinking Gatorade watching pretty little liars because Emily is still behind. Nash and I had rented a place about ten minuets from the Grand Canyon. The view is amazing. But it would be even better if I wasn't so alone. Yeah yeah I'm with Nash 24/7 but I mean mentally alone. I always get those thoughts in my head about being suicidal its a scary thing but maybe if I just end it all, everyone could go back to living their lives like it used to be, easy and simple. Before Jordan the indecisive, slut that knows nothing and the only thing she does is flirt with her ex boyfriend who is now a friend with benefits thing, came into their lives and messed everything up. I just want to leave and let everyone deal with their shit, without me butting in the way. Its annoying, life's annoying, I'm annoying. I'm slowly dying inside and no ones here to pick me up. Hold my hand and tell me everything's going to be alright. Nobody to give me a hand up, to laugh with, watch old movies with. I mean I pretty much on my own. Yeah I've got Nash but at this point he wants to go home, and so do I but for different reasons.

I logged onto Twitter seeing my time line. Emily tweeted, "come home." And tagged me! what a bitch! the minuet she said Twitter blew up. I was the attention seeker who ran away with Nash Grier just because I got up set. #nobodywantsherback is trending world wide. Every tweet was towards me.

'Come back you whore! Or are you pregnant with your fifth child?!'

'Let her run away, but when she takes Nash and we don't hear from him, now thats fucking ridiculous.'

'Why is this even trending? We're giving her the attention she wants.'

'Go kill your self. Nobody likes you anyway.'

'Nash just Pities your feelings.'

And that was only some of the tweets. I was fed up. I went to the bathroom, pacing back and forth. Breathing heavily. Crying. Pulling my hair. Leaning on the sink, I looked up in the mirror. And behind me was a razor. I turned and grabbed it. Placing it on my wrist I slowly went down. Seeing the blood gush out. Looking at the new scars that are about to form. Than Nash bursted threw the door. And I wrapped my arms around him. Crying even harder. It's fucked up how I can go from being the luckiest girl alive to almost killing myself in two weeks.

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A/n

WHAT THE FKKKKKKK.

Stay Nashty

-SimplyGrier