Hey, bitchezzzz. (Sorry. *-*) But, uhm, yeah! This is chapter two, and it's VERYYY short but I just haven't been in the writing mood so deal. &-&
Chapter 2
All during the photoshoot, Niall would drag Liam to go get ‘food’ or to ‘make sure his hair was fine’. Louis and I knew why though. It was especially confirmed after Niall came back with his clothes mangled. They’d been no doubt kissing. Harry, being the dense one out of the group, just thought that someone had ruffled Niall’s hair. Should I even call him Niall anymore? He’s no longer Niall. He knows just how much I love Liam, yet he goes and stabs my back? No, he’s deffinetly not Niall. Niall wouldn’t do this. But, then again, I never thought Liam would either? I guess that you can never be sure.
~After The Photo-Shoot~
Liam went home with Niall. They said that they were going to have a ‘guy’s night’. Now even Harry is caught up. He thinks that I should dump Liam, but neither Lou nor him understand just how much he holds me together, even if it is fake affection.
Well, anyway, I’ve given myself seven days. I have seven days to live, and then I’m committing suicide. No loop-holes. I’m done with being reminded just how fucked everything is for me.
The one I love, the one I would give anything for, is cheating on me with this monster that I used to call my best-friend.
Harry and Lou are coming over today, I have no idea when though. They didn't say, I guess I'll find out. Anyway, I'm cutting right now. And, it just makes everything better.
I dug the razor into my wrist. It was the only release that I had left. I couldn’t talk to Liam any longer, he was always with Niall. Louis and Harry would never get it. I sighed in relief when I saw the familar crimson seep out of the deep cut. They’re getting deeper and deeper. But, I don’t really care. It keeps me sane to know that I can still feel and that I’m not dead... Yet. I’m not backing out on my plan. It’s the best thing that I’ve ever thought of. I’ve even started a list of everything that I’ll need.
*The List*
Hanging-
Rope A high bridge/big tree
Pills-
Sominex
Slit My Wrist(s)
A sharp razor(s)
Drowning-
A tub full of water
*End Of The List*
Why haven’t I thought of this sooner? It could have saved me a good 5 and a ½ months of endless pain. I wouldn’t have to live knowing that the only one that I’ll truly ever love, doesn’t even respect me enough to end our relationship before starting a new one. “I could really use a wish right now...” I heard my mobile ring. It was Lou. And, knowing him, he’d bring Harry. They’ve been acting weird around each other. More... Touchy. Even more than their regular banter actions. I mean, kissing each other’s cheeks and holding hands more often. Louis and Eleanor are also parting seas. Management doesn’t know yet, though. It’ll be a pity for Louis to tell them.
I got out of the tub and wrapped up my wrist, covering the no longer bleeding area. I picked up my phone and answered it, “Hello?” I said, putting on my cheery voice, just so Lou and Haz don’t worry too much. “Yeah, we’re on your couch-- Which is not very comfy-- so get down here!” I heard Lou say. “Okay- WAIT, you’re on my couch?” I asked, nervous now. It’s not like I didn;t give all of them a set of keys, but they’re on my couch. My bedroom is on the same floor as my living room. I left my bracelets in my bedroom. I didn’t wear a long sleeved shirt today... They’re gonna see my cuts... SHIT!!! “Yeah, is that okay?” Lou asked, becoming interested now. “Uhm, yeah, I just gotta go to my room for something. Be right down.” I hung up my mobile. Shit...
I started to walk down the stairs and got to the doorway of the living room, quiet enough that they didn’t hear me. Okay, so I could just run through really fast, but then they would know that something-- other than the obvious-- is up. But, if I walk through slowly, they’ll see the bandages. And, if I remove the bandages, they’ll see the fresh cuts... Just walk through like nothing’s wrong... but backwards, so your wrist is hidden. Okay... Nevermind. Just walk through... Just. Walk. Through.
I was about to run through, when Louis came up to me and grabbed my wrist. Pain shot up and down my arm and I jerked my hand back, startling Lou. “Hey, Zayn, what’s on your wrist? Oh my, oh my goodness... Are these what I think they are?!” Louis asked in a panicked, rushed voice. By this time, Harry was standing behind Lou and was also gasping at my wrist. “No, I uhm, fell on the pavement...” I tried. “Bloody hell you fell on the pavement! Did you do this?! Dear Lord, Zayn!” Louis rushed forward and hugged me. I tensed, and tried to push Louis off of me, but he just gripped tighter. “Zayn,” I heard a deep Cheshire voice ask, “Why?” Wasn’t it obvious, my life is complete shit. “I guess I just needed to feel the pain physically as well as emotionally.” I saw Louis start to whimper, but like a snap of a whip, he went serious. “When?” He asked, sharply. “When what” I asked, suspecting, but knowing what he meant. “When did you start this? And, are there any others?” He completed the sentence for me. The truth was, I don’t even remember when I started cutting. I don’t remember much of the past few months considering how numb I’ve been. “I have no idea how long I’ve been doing it, I haven’t kept track,” it was true,” and, no, it’s only on my wrists.” Now, that was a lie. There are cuts all over my stomach. Painting it so it’s swollen and pink. I don’t mind though, it gives me some feeling other than heart-break. “Jesus, Zayn. Okay, I’m going to tell Liam. I don’t care what you say!” and, before I could protest, he and Harry were out the door. I ran over to catch up with them but they were already in the elevator, the doors closing. It’s no use. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll need to shorten the days.
So, yup. That^ is chapter two... I hope you liked it! :D xx
The picture on the side is from the photo shoot. :)
AND OMFG, LWWY IS SO EPIC!!! I LOVE IT!!! :D
And, the song on the side means nothing, it's just nearing Halloween and this is all I've been listening to... Other than 1D and some Marilyn Manson. :3
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