Fix You.

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Anabelle's POV

Slut

Whore

Ugly

Fat

Worthless

Loser

Those are the words that cross my mind as I slice at my skin. I watch as the crimson red liquid oozes out of my wrist and drips down onto the sink. I don't notice the tears streaming down my face until a tear hit my wrist. I then wash myself up and wash my blade and put it back in my secret drawer. I walk over to my mirror and stare at myself with disgust. I hated myself. I hated life. I hated everything. I live with my grandparents. My dad is in jail for the rest of his life and my mom was a drug addict and died from overdose. My friends all betrayed me. And all boys do is try to get in my pants. I only had and I repeat HAD one actual friend which is Harry but he has not kept in touch with me since he left for the xfactor four years ago. So I guess that friendship has went down the drain. As you can tell I'm not on the best of terms in life right now. I'm at the point where I just want to end it all. I go back back into my room and grab the box from under my bed. I open it to find an old picture of me and Harry holding hands while walking by the river. I grabbed it and just tossed it aside. I grabbed my secret stash of cigarettes and pull one out. I grab a lighter that was right next to the pack and then I close the box. I go downstairs and I'm stopped by my grandma. I quickly put the cigarette and lighter in my pocket before she notices.

"Where are you going sweetie?" Her Soft, Tender Voice asked.

"Out on a walk." I replied in a monotoned voice.

"Don't be late. You have a therapist appointment in an hour." She reminded.

"Ugh I know. I know. I'll be back." I said and with that I walked out the door.

Therapy.

I hated it so much.

They're just nosey people trying to get your business out of you.

I don't wanna go.

But I only go to make my grandma happy.

THIS WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER. HOPE YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATIONS ENJOYED IT. I LOVE YOU ALL