Shattered Promises

twenty seven.

       **TRIGGER WARNING**

         I honestly don't want to spend another minute with you.

        I tried to kill myself, Dani.

         I attempted suicide because of you.

        Do me a favor and never speak to me again, got it?

        Don't ask me for anything ever again. Absolutely nothing.

        Don't call me, don't text me.

        You're ridiculous, I can't believe you.

         It's your fault.

        This is all your fault. 

        She hates you so much

        Send everyone

        Death threats and horrible messages.

        Don't even fucking think about calling me.

        Multiple voices from my friends and Demi echoed throughout my mind and it honestly felt like I was going crazy. It was getting louder and louder.

        Maybe I should just go forward with this. I mean, most people would think I'm stupid to self harm over something like this? But imagine the whole world against you? That's pretty tough.

        Now imagine being the one of the family that everyone likes less than everyone else. Try being the one that has absolutely no talents when you're whole family is talented. Try having all these friends to suddenly none and then tell me if my life is rough.

        Yeah, I'd say it's pretty rough. 

        My eyes stayed locked on the shiny piece of metal. I couldn't pull my eyes away from it. It looked so sharp and I know that this object had the potential to kill me. It's all up to me if it does or not.

        There's been hate all over Twitter. People want me to kill myself anyways. 

        Nobody would care, remember?

        It's clearly obvious.

        I placed the object in my right hand and held out my left wrist. It looked so sharp, it looked painful. I'll never understand how people do this, but if it helps why not do it? 

        I rested the blade against my skin of my left arm, tears dripping down my face and I took a deep breath. 

        "Dani?" I jumped at the sound of my name and quickly wrapped my fist around the blade, before standing up from the floor.

        "Yeah, Dallas?" I asked, trying to make it sound like I wasn't crying.

        "Are you okay?" She wiggled on the bathroom doorknob. 

        "Uh, yeah, I'm fine." My voice cracked slightly at the end of the sentence. More tears built up in my eyes. No, I really wasn't fine. 

        "You're sure?"

        I threw my head back, letting out a groan.

        "Yes, Dall. I'm sure."

        "Okay, just making sure." 

        I sighed when she stopped talking and let myself slide back down the wall again.

        "Oh, Dani?"