Slowly Dying

Chapter 14

Nicole's POV

I wanted to die. I hate my life. I hate everything. Why does everyone hate me so much? I was trapped and there was no way out from it. The only answer was to kill myself and to end the pain.

People who commit suicide don't want to end their life, they want to end the pain. And to live another day with the pain is the most unbearable thought ever. I'm just scared, scared of the nightmares that haunt me daily. There are many who don't wish to sleep because they fear of the nightmares that will taunt them. Sadly, there are many who wish not to wake up for the same reason.

Sometimes pain is all that lets you know that you're alive. It lets you know that you're still breathing. I am dead but I'm still breathing.

I slowly lifted my head and the water dripped down my face and my hair was wet. Well here's what happened...

I came into school with Adam and he went to his lesson. I went to the bathroom to get some tissue and whilst I was there, Chloe dragged me by my hair and shoved my face down the toilet while she pressed the flush. As she started to strut out the bathroom, I chucked one of my converse trainers at her and she stumbles. She came back and punched me so hard that I was out cold for a while.

And here I am. With a bruised face. A dizzy head. And soaked hair. I touched the back of my head as it was throbbing and my fingers had blood on them. I looked on the floor and there was a bit of blood on the floor. My head had bled because of Chloe and I can't even stand up to.

I got up and because I had blurred vision, I stumbled a little. I got up, tied my hair that was soaked with water. I limped to my converse that I chucked at Chloe and put it on. I stumbled out of school and called a taxi to take me home.

When I arrived home, I went upstairs and took a shower, which was painful. I dried my hair and took some paracetamol. I quickly put some jeans and a top on and sat on my bed.

Why is my life so horrible? I try my hardest every single day to be nice to everyone and this is what I get back. I'm sick and tired of constantly being hurt all the time. I don't think I can do it anymore.

PING!

Adam- Where are you??

I replied back.

Me- Went home. Had a headache.
Adam- Shall I come over?
Me- No want to be alone, thanks

I looked at my other messages. I had loads from everyone who hated me. I got one from Chloe.

Chloe- why the fuck did you chuck your cheap trainers at me bitch. You're gonna pay for that , you sad tramp. Watch out.

Her message sent shudders down my spine. I was truly scared and I put my knees onto my bed and hugged onto my legs whilst I sobbed quietly. I walked to my cupboard and pulled my blade out. It had dried blood on the bottom. I pulled my sleeves up and dug the blade deep into my arm and pulled the blade to the side to make a cut. This made me feel relieved and I felt better. I did it again and again until the door banged.

I quickly put the blade back and bandaged the cut as quick as I could. I pulled my sleeves down and I went downstairs and opened the door. Before I had time to process who was here, I was pushed back and Chloe, Amanda and two other girls barged inside.

Chloe kicked me and carried on whilst the rest of the girls went inside the living room and dining room. Chloe stopped kicking me and joined the other girls. All I could hear was the sound of crashing and smashing. Timidly, I went to the rooms they were in and they were smashing everything up and taking what they desired.

"Please stop," I stuttered, scared to even speak.

They all ignored me and carried on breaking things. Chloe saw a picture of Stacey and her eyes had jealousy raging in them. Everyone was jealous of my sister because she's literally so gorgeous and her personality is amazing. She smashed the photo frame on the floor. She then saw a picture of Mark and her eyes lit up.

"Guys check him out, isn't he so hot though!" Chloe exclaimed.
"Oooh!" Amanda said, smirking.

After what seemed like ages, they left whilst I was left in the corner, crying. I grabbed my shoes and my coat and I left the house, not bothering to lock up. I ran as far as I could and went inside a cafe to sit there until I could get my head sorted out.

She wanted to die. She was truly sad. She wanted to be happy. He wanted to fix her. He wanted to give her something nobody could. Happiness. But neither of them knew that it was impossible deep down. She was slowly dying. Slowly fading into the empty nothingness and he couldn't do nothing about it...

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Sorry for not updating in ages.
I felt like giving up on everything but here I am
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