Made For You ~One Direction Fanfiction~

Chapter 4: I'm Not What You Think

AN Hey!! So, today I'm not doing so well, I had to put my dog down resently. :( I'm gonna miss her sooooooo much!! But I desided to upload because I love you all! :) This chapter is named Not What You Think because thats what Silver is! shes diffetent! xD You get to learn more about her in this chapter!! YAY!

OK, READ!!!! :D

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Silver POV

The next week was absolute torture. NONE of the boys would speak to me, or even acknowledge my presense. I recieved a small smile from Niall ever once in a while, but he never spoke a word to me. Every day I made my own food and food for the boys as well. I found out I had to make extra, because Niall could EAT!

Yet, I never once got a thank you. I saw Liam nod once to me. Nothing more. I spent my days, holding back tears and emotions. Just smiling like I was alright and not talking. My nights were spent clutching my pillow and sobbing. Some nights, I went back to my old habits. Cutting.

I know most people think its wrong, but it was the only way I could feel some control in my life. It helped me. Feeling that blade run across my skin, that warm liquid dripping down my arm. A feeling of pain I was all to familar with.

I just feel so alone in this house.

I hate it here.

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Liam POV

I felt like absolute rubbish whenever Silver would attempt to talk to one of us and I would completely ignore her. I wanted to thank her. To welcome her with open arms, and make her feel wanted. But I dont want to go against the boys.

I know she's hurting so much. That's why, today, I desided I'd step up and go talk to her. So right now, I'm currently standing by her door, scared to knock.

I gather up my courage and do so anyways.

A few moments later, I heard a small, "Come in." As I open the door, I see her quicly hid slmething under her pillow and roll down her sleeves.

"Oh. Hi Liam..." She says in an anxious tone. I just stared at her, not meeting my eyes.

"What were you doing before I came in?" I ask. Her face went white, and she began to say nothing,but I stopped her, and took a step towards her.

When I reached her bed, I grabbed the pillow and moved it, reveling a blade with traces of blood on it. I looked at her as she looked away, pulling down her sleeves even more.

I quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her sleeve down before she could protest. On her arms, were scars. Millions of then. AAnd millions of fresh, bleeding cuts. She pulled away and hid her face in her hands.

"Why?" I breathed out. She began shaking and I could see her body moving with,each sob errupting from her.

My heart broke as I picked up her small, fragile figure, sat on the bed, and held her in my arms. She held on to me as I rubbed her back soothingly. An hour later, when she finally stopped her crying, her breathing was now even.

I layed her down, slipped off her pants, and shirt, to make her a little more comfortable. As I did so, I saw her stomach. Millioms of scars filled the area, making me wince. Millions of questions ran through my mind, but one above all others.

Why?

Why did she do that?

What happend to make her this way?

I promised myself from that ,oment on, that I would protect her and not let her cut.

But.. promises arent always kept...

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AN: HEY GUYS!! Sorry its bedn SO long!:( ive been so busy! this is just a small chapter. updated from my phone :S ill try and update more!!! hope you like this :/

MAY THE LLAMAS BE WITH YIU

-Krystal