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Reunited

I Need

Year later~
Bitch- cut. Whore- cut. Fat ass- cut. Ugly- cut. Pig- cut. I give my arm a fresh cut with every word that replayed in my mind. I need somebody. I need Zayn. I need my mom. I need Allie. I don't have any of them. I haven't talked to Zayn in a year. It's been a whole fucking year and he hasn't called me once. My mother is dead. Allie got a new job so she is always at work or with her fucking prick of a boyfriend. I practically live alone, but Allie takes care of all the expenses. "Mommy, I need you." I cry out. "Fuck!" I yell as I make a very deep cut. Blood seeps out of the opening. Not knowing what to do, I lay my head against the bathroom wall and let the blood flow. I slowly start to get weaker and weaker. "Oh my God!" I hear Allie scream before I black out.

I woke up in a hospital bed and my sister is staring at me. "Um, Hi" I say quietly, looking anywhere but her. "Hi..." She says back sounding like she is holding back a cry. "What happened to you? Ever since Zayn left you have been a completely different person! You do drugs, cut, smoke, talk back, you are failing school, you cuss! You were never like that! You were the perfect person. What happened?" Allie looks me straight in the eyes. "I don't know, Okay!" I scream while tears stream down my face at the mention of his name. Allie's eyes go wide in realization. "You liked him didn't you?" she says, her voice just above a whisper as she looks at her feet. "More like loved." I say not expecting her to hear. I lied though. I still love him. "Really! Why haven't you talked to him?" She says with a smile on her face. "You don't think I have tried! He promised me he would call me everyday! Did he? No!" I scream again. My sister gets up clearly seeing my pain and wraps me in a hug. "I'm sorry boo...." "Don't call me that!" I say, only making me cry harder. She can't call me that. Only one person can. Zayn. After that Allie leaves me. I eventually doze off.

I wake up but with a new person staring at me and Megan, my cousin, asleep in a chair next to me. It was my therapist. Yep, I have a therapist. It's for my depression. After my mom died, I kinda went down hill. "We're fucking juniors! Can't they be more mature!" I yell while Megan is rubbing my back trying to calm me down. "Can't they just leave me be? What have I done to deserve this shit?" I scream tears rolling down my cheeks. All Dr. Freeny does is nod her head. "Can you say something to me or is your fucking mouth glued together!?" I yell, my voice full of anger. All she does is nod and writes stuff down on her piece of shit, clipboard. She gets up and leaves. Megan simply hugs me and rocks me back and forth as I cry into her neck.

Allie came to get me a day later. I didn't talk at all. I felt awkward with her knowing my secret about Zayn and her finding out I cut. She pulled into the driveway. I immediately hopped out of the car and ran straight to my bedroom. I tore my room apart looking for my picture of Zayn and me. After I found it, I just cried.

At School~
I shove through the crowd of people in the hallway and make my way to Mr. Bon's classroom. Social Studies. My least favorite class of the day! I make my way to the back of the classroom. "Oops, looks like garbage truck left behind the trash." Emilie says with an evil grin on her face. I just ignore her and take my seat. "Too bad you weren't successful at dying last Friday." She says with a fake sad face that then turns into a laugh. "Can't you just shut the fuck up!" I yell getting gasps from the whole room. "What did you just say to me?" She says evilly eyeing me. "You heard me." I say keeping my ground. Emilie gets up and walks over to where I am sitting and slaps me hard across the face. "Bitch" I hear her mumble as she makes her to her seat. A tear slides down my cheek. Emilie turns in her seat and notices I am crying and says "Awe, did I make you cry? Too bad you can't.... nevermind." I knew what she was going to say. She was going to say 'Too bad you can't go running to your mommy', but even she knows that is too far. Another tear escapes my eye. Nobody cares to stand up for me. I still don't have any friends. That really sucks because everybody just watches me get tortured all the time. I moved schools last year because my sister lived a while away. I was happy to move away from all the bully's at my old school, but here it is even worse. I need Zayn right now, really bad. He is the only one that could ever comfort me. My mom didn't know how to make me feel better when it came to the bully's. God, why must I have this horrible life?