Die My Darling. Harry Styles Fan Fiction

I lay in my bed every night and just cried. Cried because I’m ugly and because I’m not good enough. I’ve counted all my flaws from head to toe to punish and feel worse about myself. I have brought so many knives to my wrist that I can’t even member the first time I harmed. 8 years old? Maybe 7? My parents call me crazy. I tried so many times to tell them I’m not crazy, I’m just Ella. My life is just so miserable. Nobody listened to me. No one at all. Murdering became my only answer to seek attention not just my family, but all the unknown people around me. Seeing my name, Ella Rose, on the TV screen, everyone seeking to find me, and the adrenaline rush I would get. But my one hiding mistake ruined my life. Hiding in a trash can outside of the house I broke into was not a good idea, little did I know Harry Styles would find me in his trash can.