Shattered {AU Louis Tomlinson}

Chapter 3

A/N: Okay so I promised I would update on Friday and guess what. IT’S FRIDAY!! So enjoy and I think this is half a crap chapter. Yea the picture on the side is her phone case, which I actually have for my phone! But anyways, the text if from Shea’s last boyfriend, you’ll understand after you’re done with the chapter! (The text shows when she breaks up with him, more to come in later chapters :]) Hope to update soon, but you know me, a procartinationours (in case you understand the... Unique language I speak, Weirdinese, that basically a dino that procrastinates on everything, even though I enjoy writing XD) It's funny because @BlackWolfBellyDance is a great person to procrastinate with, and write with! She's great so go check out her story!! Well enjoy, please vote, comment, share the story. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT :D Oh and I have decided this is going to be an AU, because I felt like it XD. But seriously, read my cookie, R. E. A. D! :D

 

 

To: Him:D

 

I can’t do this anymore. You don’t know how much you are killing me. I wish it would have lasted longer. Please just don’t come back to say sorry or hurt me or anything. Stay out of my life forever, this cannot be fixed so just don’t even bother. You have caused me enough pain.

 

-SheaButterLovesYou<333

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It’s supposed to hurt, right? Why doesn’t it hurt?

I pushed down a little harder on the next one. Blood dripping down my arms from wrist but no matter how deep the blade sunk in it still didn’t hurt! Pushing harder each time, and I still not feeling pain, but instead, sorrow. A sickness that pulled and toyed with the coiling swirling emotions that had no space for me.

No!  I thought to myself, knowing better then to feel sorrow for myself. I was pathetic enough, what person I had become had told me that even at this point, when the blades thin pointed edge, would only serve me more happiness than life could it itself.

I was now slashing my wrists again and again, but still feeling no ache. No tingle or hurting not evens a slight throb when the skin parted for its beautiful silver snake like tongue. The blood like a slipping stream coated with its sweet bitter misery. Starting to feel a bit woozy, I got up and washed the blood off my arms and put a large band-aid on both my left and right wrist. Still not even getting the simple pleasure of knowing any other feeling besides this drowning sadness.

I put on a long sleeve shirt and look at my white iPhone 4. It had a cute pink case with a black and white pattern of a flower on the back. It was the only thing in my pitiable world that kept me amused somewhat of the time.

12:43.Crap! Work’s in 17 minutes!

I got dressed and ready in 10 minutes—putting my hair in a high pony tail and adding just a little makeup, mascara and some eye shadow. Not like I’m going to bump into someone I like, or for that matter some one that would like me! Looking into the little mirror I examine myself. I had to look away. Shame spilling and tears threatening to pull out of my face.