Livingmylifeandlovingit95

5-boys1-dream:

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“Don’t leave me”

You slam the door open, tears streaming down your cheeks. The events replay in your head. The pushing, the laughter, the teasing, everything. People had sent you death threats, your friends were talking behind your backs, and no one cares about your feelings. You feel like no one understands you and who you are as a person. There was only one person who you trusted, Harry. He’s the one who ever listened when you needed someone and accepted you for you. 

Until you saw him and your “best” friend kissing in his car. You felt everything in your friendship fall apart. The way he flirted with you, the laughter, the talks you had. All of it was gone. He saw you, watching them. He got out of his car to explain but it didn’t make sense.

You had ran back into the school with words painted onto your locker, you saw them. The words read “Bitch” and “Slut”. That was it, that was the last of it all.

Which brings you to where you are right now, looking at yourself in the mirror. Imagining how the world could be without you here. You open the medicine cabinet and grabbed all the pills, everything. You were ready, but you were scared. You looked to your left to see a picture of you and Harry. You picked it up, looked at it one more time. 

I love you, you thought to yourself. You loved Harry, you always did ever since nursery and you’ve been dying to tell him but you would never get the chance to anymore.

You threw the picture on the floor, glass shattering from the frame. You pick up a piece of glass. 

You lay on your bed, with the pills and the piece of glass from the picture. You start the damage, not thinking at all. You just did it.

Harry opens your front door, but you don’t hear him. He knows your home, considering how your back pack was thrown on the wooden floor. He doesn’t see or hear you, he wants to say sorry for everything and he wants to explain, again.

He hears music from your room. He quietly walks up to the narrow hall way, your room at the end of it. He creeps down the hallway, not wanting to disturb you and not knowing what’s going on inside your room.

He knocks once on your door, no answer, not even a sigh or a “Go away”. He knocks again, still no answer. He’s scared now, he opens the door a bit. Peeking through his eye, he sees your limp body hanging over the edge of your bed, blood streaming down your wrists. Pills on the floor.

Harry’s heart dropped as he yells. He takes your body, and presses it against his. He checks your pulse, it was barely even there. He screams, apologizing for everything he did. He loves you too and he doesn’t want to lose you. He’s still holding you while he calls 911.

I’m not going to lose her, not this time. He thought to himself, his heart was racing. When he was done he drops to your side again, pulling your body closer to him as he sobs into your hair. He holds you and rocks you. He’s holding onto the last bit of hope he had.

He looks to you one more time, “I love you”.

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I’m sorry if this offended anyone. It’s just from stories people had told me and all that.