~Author's Note~
Happy Thanksgiving! Oh and my birthday is in 3 days! (Sunday) I turn 18 so yay! (: Anyways, enjoy this chapter! xoxo
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-Niall's POV-
It was thanksgiving. Great. Just what I fucking need right now.
"Niiiiiaaaaalllll!" I hear Harry yell from downstairs. "Time to eat!!"
Shit. I gotta eat now. I sigh and collect myself as I head downstairs to the dinning room, where only Zayn was so far.
"Where is everyone?"
"They're in the kitchen getting their plates filled. Here's yours Ni." Zayn hands me a plate from the table.
"Thanks Z," I smile. He smiles back. I head into the kitchen and see the boys putting food on their plates. There's mountains of it.
"Woah, who made all the food?" I asked.
"Props to daddy." Louis smiled. He was talking about Liam.
"Yeah great job Li." I said.
"Thanks guys." He smiled brightly.
When they all got their food I was next and I just put a little of everything on my plate. Harry noticed and frowned a bit.
"That's all you're having Niall?"
"Um, yeah."
"But you usually eat more then that Niall." Louis jumped in.
I didn't want anyone catching on, so I just decided to put more food on my plate.
"Yeah, okay, you're right." I said, taking a heaping of mashed potatoes on my plate. They boys smiled at me. We finished and went into the dinning room to eat.
We sat down and starting eating. It was a little more quiet than usual when it was thanksgiving. "So... whats everyone up to?" I ask, breaking the silence.
"Nothing much really." Liam said looking over to Louis.
"Yep, not much." Louis glanced back at Liam. What's with them two? I shrugged it off and we all finished eating. I ate fast. I finished first, like I planned.
I got up from the table and went to go put my plate in the sink. "Thanks guys." I said, walking towards the stairs.
"Hey, where you goin?" Zayn asked.
"Uh, upstairs...."
"Oh, okay..."
I pressed my lips together and went back upstairs. I shut the door and lock it and head into the bathroom. I turn the sink on and go over to the toliet and lift the seat up.
I take two fingers and put them to the back of my throat. I start gagging and finally throw up into the toliet bowl. Relief.
I go until there is nothing left and then I flush and close the lid. I go to the sink and rinse my mouth. I turn off the water and head into my room. I fall on my bed and let out a groan.
I'm so disgusting and ashamed. I get up and go to my drawer and pull out a silver blade. A routine I do often. I cut all over my thighs and clean up. There was quite a bit of blood. I had to be careful.
I'm pathetic.
Why am I even still alive?
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