You were sitting on your bed scrolling through your mentions on Twitter. Since you and Zayn started dating last month the fans have been horrible to you. When you were just friends with Zayn and the other boys, the fans actually treated you kindly, but now they are constantly saying, “You’re ugly.” “Zayn doesn’t really love you.” Ect…
Between them and the people in your college classes, you are about to break. To make matters worse, Zayn is away on tour and has no idea how badly you need him.
You’re on your bed when you come to the last tweet you can handle before you break. “You’re a whore! Why don’t you do us all a favor and kill yourself, Bitch!”
You decide to reply. “If that is what you wish for, so be it.”
You then click ‘Compose New Tweet’. “@zaynmalik, I’m sorry you have to find out this way, but it’s too much. I love you, but this is for the best. Goodbye.” you sent the tweet before grabbing the razor blade you have hidden in your bed-side table droor.
You hold it in your hand, observing the dry blood. Finally, you dig it into your wrist before sliding it across. After several slits in your wrist, you set down the blade. Shakily, you grab a pen and notebook. Jotting down and apology to Zayn and the other boys, you start to feel light-headed.
After the note is finished, you grab the blade again. This time to your throat. Right before you pressed it into your skin, the front door was heard. After only seconds, the bedroom door opened, but the tears that filled your eyes made it hard to see.
“(Y/N), please put that down!” you hear Zayn’s voice. How could that be? He is on tour.
Coming to the conclusion that it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, you whisper, “I’m sorry.”
You push the blade into your throat….
“(Y/N), Baby, wake up! It’ll be okay! C’mon, open your eyes!” Zayn’s voice is heard yet again.
Your eyes flutter open to see a worried looking Zayn. “How?” is all you ask.
“More like, ‘Why?’.”
You give him a questioning look.
“(Y/N), you were slitting your wrists in your sleep. How long have you self-harmed?”
“Awhile.”
“Why?”
“Stress.”
“(Y/N), I love you. I will always be here if you need.”
BINABASA MO ANG
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