Everything has Changed {Sweeran sequel} Completed

t h i r t e e n

Lily's p. o .v.

"Okay, that'll work." My dad said on the phone.

"What's she saying?!" I asked.

''Of course." He said again.

"Dad!" I yelled.

"Lily please be quiet." He said directing his attention towards me.

''Sorry." I mumbled walking away.

"No, Lily." He said behind me as I ignored him.

"I have to go Taylor." He said hanging up the phone.

"Lily!" He called.

"What?" I asked turning around.

"Did you really need to do that? I was trying to talk on the phone."

"Yeah! To my mother I haven't seen in 8 years!''

He sighed.

"I'm sorry. Will you just sit down and listen?" He asked.

I sat down.

"Okay what?"

"We're leaving tomorrow."

"Really?! Yes! No school!" I yelled jumping up.

"No, after school."

"What? Why can't we go before school. Please daddy? Pleaseeee?" I begged.

"Lily, we're going after school and I'm done talking about it. What has gotten into you lately?"

I shook my head and ran upstairs before he saw the tears.

I couldn't go to school tomorrow. I didn't want to know what the other kids had to say. They were already mean enough before the whole world found out who my mother was before I did.

I looked down at my phone which had been going off for the past hour. All twitter notifications. Becoming Taylor Swift's daughter must be a big deal because I gained even more followers than I had before on twitter and instagram.

"What else do I have to do?" I asked myself while opening the twitter app. I scrolled through all my mentions from the new followers. I read the sweet tweets they were posting and how they were welcoming me into the fandom. It was nice.

...Until I read the rest.

"@taywhoresucks- It's like the whole world forgot about Taylor's daughter but now that I'm seeing her pictures again I realize she really is uglier than Taylor.''

I let the tweet go knowing there would always be one hater but there was more. There was more than just one hater. There were thousands. Thousands of people that dedicated their life to ruining mine.

I read through them. Felt all their words sting my skin.

"Ugly."

"Whore.''

"Worthless."

Then I read the ones from people I knew. People from school.

It was worse than anything I had ever seen. I couldn't go to school tomorrow. I didn't want to. I din't want to ever show my face there again. All the people who think I paid her to say that. All the people who thought I was looking for attention.

I ran to the bathroom across the hall with blurred vision. I ran into the doorway but the pain wasn't enough to describe what I was feeling now. I brushed my hands through the drawers trying to find the one thing I knew. Trying to find the piece of metal that met my skin every week.

Clutching it in my hand I pulled up my shirt sleeves running the blade against the healing marks from last time. I did one cut for every tweet. For every tweet that said something about me.

"You are a whore." I said to myself. "You are ugly and everything else they said!"

I leaned my back against the bathroom floor and cried as I fell to ground. I cried until the blood mixed with tears. Until my eyes were dry. I cried until I eventually fell asleep right there, on the bathroom floor.

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