Suicidal

Chapter 1

That pic of Louis though ^

Kylies PoV:

"BYE!! Be safe!!" My friends yelled whilst walking out the door.
"Bye," I mutter, I knew this was the last time I would ever see them, the girls were going to be gone for around 5 hours, it was currently 10am here in London, they were getting back at like, 3.
I grabbed my phone and opened the Twitter app, I don't honestly know why but I decided to tweet Louis Tomlinson, he was my favourite out of the boys in one direction and I wanted him to know who I was before I died.

(A/n I don't have Twitter so I'm guessing what it's like,)

I pressed on new D/M and tagged Louis,
@Louis_Tomlinson I'm sorry, I know you probably get thousands of these a day but I have finally gained the courage to do it, my friends are out for five hours and I'm alone, the blade is in my pocket, I have pills in the bathroom ready. I am finally gonna do it, I'm going to die! Nobody would care, or even notice I doubt. My friends would get over it and my family are either dead or in jail. My best friend commit suicide two years ago and she tweeted one of her favourite celebrities, so I'm gonna make it a tradition. Anyways sorry for disturbing you, even though you will probably never read it anyways, I guess that's it, goodbye to you, goodbye to the world. Xx

I pressed send, I put on my favourite song on, drunk by Ed Sheeran, I wanted it to be last song I ever listened too.
I walked into my bedroom, choosing my favourite outfit, stylish get comfortable stripy red and white tank top with dark skinny jeans and some wedged ballet pumps.
After curling my hair, doing nice smokey eyes, adding blusher, powdering my nose and adding cherry red lip stick I painted my nails a dark red color, the color of blood, I smirked and waited for my nails to dry. I wanted to look perfect for today, for when my friends find me when they get back.

Louis POV-
I was just scrolling down my Twitter feed, after going through all of my dm's from fans I was bored and tired. A new dm popped up, the beginning intrigued me, "I'm sorry," what was this person sorry for? I tapped on the message, reading it quickly I felt my lunch coming up, my face paled.
"Lou? You alright?" I jumped, Liam was stood at the door, with his eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, sorry just got some, urr, creepy dm's ya know?" I laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck. He nodded and left the room. I couldn't tell Liam as he would go all daddy direction on me and say the girl was faking for attention but looking at her Twitter feed I could tell this was the truth, I looked at the girls page, in some of the selfies she has posted with her friends you can see scars on her wrists. I was shocked, how could somebody do that to them self? I felt like nauseous at the thought. I found the girls address and turns out she lives in London as well, quite far away but I had to stop this girl.
Grabbing my shoes and jacket I ran out to my car. As I drove out of the driveway I typed in the address to my satnav. I drove way past the speed limit and finally I pulled up to a large block of flats, they were really nice, not as nice as mine and the boys flat, but nice.
I asked around and soon got the flat number of this girl, Kaylie Franklin is her name, she is eighteen and lives with her four best friends. Wow, I guess being famous has its perks!
Rushing up the stairs of the lobby seeing as whenever I need to do something important the lift happens to break down. I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, but I leave it. It's probably just Harry, this girls life is in danger, Harry can wait.
As I reach flat 4B I bust open the door, not wanting to be a moment to late...

Kylies PoV:

I have everything I need. Sitting in the bathroom I start to think about my life, from start to end, it's been a terrible journey and I'm glad for it to end.
I open the pill bottle and grab a handful, throwing them down my throat, I start to get dizzy so I quickly grab my knife and am about to start slicing when I hear the front door burst open! My friends shouldn't be back yet, and I don't have any other friends or relatives that visit, so who the hell is that! I stay still but the room continues to spin.
Footsteps are right outside the bathroom but I ignore them. The door flings open, almost hitting me, but when I look up to see who this mysterious person is I almost die in surprise (no pun intended) I smirk at my joke, suddenly all dizziness is gone leaving me feeling sober.
Icy blue eyes bore into my dull green ones, I remember nothing more, probably because shortly after that I passed out.