Simply Love (A One Direction Fan- Fic)

My (Failed) Suicide*

(Little note before I edit this chapter with my little notes... In no way, shape, or form do I condone suicide. I know what a serious issue this is and I'm horrified I dealt with it so lightly back then. However, I was like, 11, when I wrote this so this is the mind of a child. I am older now and I realize my mistake. I want to let you know beforehand that all my humor about my characters attempt does not express my feeling on the issue. This is how I feel about my story, not actual people.)

***CHAPTER 2, ALEX'S P.O.V.**** (What was the reason for this again?)

I woke up on cold concrete. Where am I? Oh yeah, I ran then I got raped. (Geesh, blunt much?) Lovely. I tried to find my clothes, but I couldn't. He did not. Yup, he did. That creeper stole my clothes. Great, just great. (Ugh someone hack me and delete this PLEASE)  No clothes, no family, and no money. Hmmmm. Yes! SUICIDE! (...) Hm, never thought I'd be so excited to kill myself. Oh well. Next problem, how DO you kill youself? (You read my stories and die from disgust) They don't exactly give you a guide for suicide. (Rhyme) I heard a car drive past the alley. Perfect! I'll just get run over. (Have fun being roadkill. You were a crappy character anyway) I stood up and tip-toed (Why'd you tip-toe? NOBODY CAN HEAR YOU)  over to the edge of the alley. I heard a car come up fast and I launched myself in front. (WE'RE GOING ON  A TRIP IN OUR FAVORITE ROCKET SHIP, ZOOMING THROUGH THE SKIES, LITTLE SUICIDES) The last thing I saw was a lad's hazel eyes filled with shock. (Ugh just die already)  And worry. (Why is the word "worry" written in his eyes?) Goodbye World. (HELLLO HEAVEN! Just kidding, you're going to hell.)  I pass out. (Why aren't you dead yet?!)  A "crunch" still ringing in the air. (That's not a full sentence...)

*** ZAYN'S P.O.V.*** (These again?)

I had been riding in the front seat with Liam driving and the lads in the back. We were driving to the flat from the studio. What had the lads been doing? They were screaming. (Here comes the cliche, carroty part. I'm so sorry.)

Niall was screaming "NANDOS", (What so McDonald's is a word and not Nandos? Pfft, racist.)

Louis was screaming " CARROTS", (Of freaking course carrots HAD to be in here)

Harry was screaming " PUSSY CAT", (No comment)

Liam was screaming "SHUT UP!" (Me to all my characters)

And me? Well, I was TRYING to get some sleep but noooooo SOME PEOPLE *coughcoughLiamHarryNiallLouiscoughcough* wouldn't let me. (.... Should I just kill them all right now? I am seriously considering it) I was also lonely. I mean, Liam had Danielle, Louis had Eleanor, Harry had his overnight flings, and Niall. Well, Niall had food. But who does Zayn have? Nobody, that's who. (Zayn! What about Perrie? Oh waittttttt. SHE DUMPED YA. AHAHA. LOOOOOOSER) I stared into my mirror. it's just you and me (Insert comma) buddy.

My wishful thinking is interrupted when Liam screamed, "GET OUT OF THE WAY" (Because she can hear you, idiot) and slamed on the brakes. (I think you forgot something, a certain letter maybe?)

My eyes snapped up to meet dark green ones. A girl. Naked. In front of our car. But it was the look in her eyes that haunted me. Relief. Satisfaction. Confusion. But there was something else too. Something so hidden with the others it was hard to make out. Hurt. Fear. Longing. All these thoughts ran through my head in less than a second. (Right because you could see her, study her, look into her eyes, see what she was feeling in her eyes, and form a thought about those feelings in less than a second. Riiiiiight.)  We smashed into the girl with a sickening "crunch". (Those are yummy) The girl flew back. (I'M FLYING JACK) I leaped out of the car and sprinted to her. I knelt down and examined her. ( No, not that way you perverts.) It didn't look too bad. (Hear that Alex? YOU'RE NOT DEAD! Darn it, guess I'll have to try harder.) A few broken bones, a few cuts. But still, you never know.