~Shawn's POV~
I forgot about the meet and greet. It took place there in the mall. And I knew she wouldn't wanna see one of the boys, except Matt.
We parked, and came inside.
As soon as we went inside, screaming girls came up to me, asking for autographs, pictures, and this and that.
I couldn't find her. Where are you, Nat?
I looked around. I saw her go inside the Vans store. I told the girls I'd be right back, and I ran inside.
~Natalie's POV~
You've got to be kidding me!
As soon as I entered the Vans store, my eyes met Hayes'.
He looked at me with those blue eyes!
I looked away. There was these shoes I've been wanting to get, so I took a look at it. Great, it was a great fit.
I payed for it, but while I was in line, Carter and the boys lined up behind me.
"Oh, look. Isn't Natalie McCartney who cheated on my brother for Shawn and now Matt!" Nash said, harshly. I looked at Hayes. He wasn't looking.
"Nash, I never cheated on Hayes! He's the reason why he's the way he is! I'm guessing he didn't tell you the truth!" I snapped.
"Who cares about the truth, when we got it all recorded!" Jacob said. My eyes grew!
MATT!!!
"Where's Matt?" I asked. I tried to keep the tears from running down.
"Why? So you could go back to your little make-out?!" I pushed him.
"You made him do it, huh? You lil bastard!" I said, as I ran outside.
My heart was beating faster and louder. I felt my lungs in my throat.
What the fuck did you do, Matt???
OMG! He must've recorded the whole thing!!
I saw Matt. I cried looking at him.
I'll still forgive you, but the it's not that easy for me to forget!
Someone hugged me from behind. I looked up to see who it was.
"I thought you needed a hug." He looked very familiar. Wait- I gasped.
"Thanks, Johnny. I could use one!" I smiled, and I hugged him.
As I looked over Nash and the boys, they were taking pictures. I just cried, knowing they'll post it online.
I slipt away. "I'm sorry, Johnny. I don't wanna hurt you. I really am!" I said, as I ran away.
He tried catching up with me, but I manage.to get away. I knew he was looking for me.
I called Shawn. He didn't answer.
I left a voicemail.
"Hey there, Shawn. Thank you for being there. I really appreciate it. I just wanted to let you know that I went home, walking. I didn't wanna pull you out, so I went home. Shawn, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Shawn, promise me something. Promise me that you're gonna grow old, and marry someone you love. I love you so much, but I think everyone's better off without me. I really am gonna regret this. But I think me being dead is better than me being alive. I love you, Shawn. Tell Hayes I said I love him very much. Bye."
I was at the hotel. I looked around, and found a knife. I took it, went to the bathroom and asked myself, "How do you know you'll be able to kill yourself with this knife?"
I don't even know. I just don't know what to do.
I cut myself on the wrist.
Here's for being a whore.
Here's for being a slut.
Here's for ugly.
Here's for being nothing.
Here's for supposedly cheating.
The world doesn't want you.
Suddenly, I saw someone on the door.
"Here's for you." I whispered. And I black out.
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