Please Don't Help Me

Delilah's POV

It's been two days. Two days since I told the guys. Two days since I broke completely. Two days since I lost the very last piece of hope that I had. Two days. They said that I had worth. They said that I mean something. I said I believed them.....I guess we all lied. I'm laying in bed now. Its 3am. I'm just staring at the ceiling. I don't want to be here anymore. This pain, it's just....it's to much. I heard my phone buzz and I picked it up. It was a text from Sky. It read "Delilah please answer. I know your awake. You'll be okay. Stay strong for me Delilah...I love you." I sighed and replied back with the only ounce of energy I had left "sorry.😔" He started typing. I heard another buzz but instead of reading the text I just turned my phone off. I closed my eyes to hold back the tears I felt coming on. I don't wanna shut them out....I don't wanna let them in. I heard a light tapping noise on my door. I quickly pulled the covers over my head and pretended to be asleep. I could here the door open and then shut. A few seconds later I felt someone sit beside me. "I know your not asleep." Sam said. I lifted the cover off of me and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Are you doing okay?" He asked. I shrugged. "Don't lie to me." He squinted his eyes. I giggled. "Truth." He demanded. I let out a loud sigh. "Fine. You want the truth? Well the truth is that I'm dying inside. The truth is that you could stick me in a room full of 2 million people and I would still be alone." I explained in a way that made it sound like the words coming out of my mouth weren't effecting me. His smile turned into hurt. I could practically hear his heart drop. "Delilah I'm...I'm sorry you feel this way." He stuttered under is breath. "But you'll be okay." He forced his smile to come back and his face to brighten. "Oh my fu***** god!" I screamed. He put his fingers to his lips and silently shushed me. "And watch your mouth." He added. I shot him a dirty look and he raised his eyebrow at me. "I...I....I'm sorry Sam. It's just that everybody always tells me 'everything will be okay' but it's not true and I'm tired of hearing it! Everything...everything will not be okay." With my last words my lip started to curl and my eyes started watering. He pulled me in for a hug and stroked my hair gently. I sobbed into his chest. "Sh Sh...don't say that. It will be okay. It really will. YOU will be okay. YOU can get through this. Everything will be...okay." He cooed. I looked up at him. "You...you promise?" I asked as he wiped underneath my eyes with his finger. He smiled. "Of course." We got underneath the covers and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me.