Luz’s P.O.V.:
I cut another little line on my arm, that’s the fifth. I like doing this, that’s so captivating. I love watching my blood running slowly on my arm, drawing little red rivers on my pale skin. I love that colour, so deep, so important. I love blood, I love that kind of pain I inflict myself, but no one wants to understand that, to just understand that I’m just happy with that. There’s blood everywhere in the whole bathroom. That’s a little messy but I’ll tidy after, when I’ll be satisfied. I remember my first cut was when I was in middle school; I was fourteen, so young. They said I was disturbed. I probably was. Being bullied, every single day, leads to do such things. Those guys of my school were so harsh, so evil. There were torturing me, touching me like an object, I was disturbed. I was cutting, every day, spilling blood in my bathroom. My mom was so afraid, she was so scared for me to kill myself. I thought about that, every day, whilst cutting my skin. I never tried, that’s not my type to kill myself, and I prefer living and suffer. I’m a freak.
I’m sometimes attempted to taste it. I don’t know why. That’s my blood. That smells blood. I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall.
“Luz! Luz that’s Stella! Open that door!” someone shouts through the door. Shit. What the hell is she doing here? I stand up and wash my wounds. Perfect. I put my pull over and I change sweat pants, this one is full of blood. “Luz! Luz! Do you hear me?! Open that fucking door Luz-Angeli Reece!” She yells, slamming the door.
“Stella! Calm your ass down! I’m coming.” I answer laughing. I slowly open the door and go out, while closing it behind me. “What the…” I whisper slowly watching around me. Niall, Liam, Louis, Harry and him. He is there. I stare at Stella. “You. Why?” I ask her harshly.
“Hum… We were… We are worried about you.” Liam answers for Stella.
“There’s no need to be worry about me. I’m alright. I was alright, since this fool came, slamming my fucking bathroom door. And how the fuck did you enter?!” I say, staring at them.
“What were you doing into there, Luz?” Stella asks, staring at the closed door.
“None of your business. You. Liar.” I answer.
“I didn’t lie to you. I… We came to help you. We came for you.” She says with a sad voice.
“Who called you? I say I’m ok. What I do, or did, is none of your business.” I say with a cold voice.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll watch by myself.” She says, pushing me away from the door and opening it. “Oh crap!” She closes the door. “Luz! It’s disgusting into there!”
“Who told you to open it? Me?” I ask. I feel myself blushing.
“Let me see your arms.” Liam says.
“Don’t even dare to touch me. None of you. Don’t touch me.” I stated.
“Luz. Let me see.” Stella takes my arms and watches my fresh wounds. “Gosh… no. I thought that was finished. I thought… You felt better… I thought…” She mumbles, stepping back and sitting on my bed.
“Whatever. I do what I want.” I say.
“Luz… I’m sorry… I” Zayn slowly says.
“Fuck off. You don’t have to be sorry for that. I cut myself without your help ok? If I want to cut my skin, I’ll cut my skin; I don’t need you to break my heart for that. Got it Malik?” I say, glaring at him. Oh how much I miss you Zayn.
“I’m… sorry for that too.” He whispers.
“Get out of here.” I tell them, pointing the door.
They slowly move and go out of my room.

Zayn’s P.O.V:
Our suspicions were true. She’s keeping on doing that to herself. I can’t even stop her. I watch, her long brown hair falling on her shoulders. She lost her smile. She is harsh, completely different. She seems to be someone else. I don’t see her beautiful golden brown eyes. She doesn’t look any of us in the eyes. She’s sick and she doesn’t want us to help her. This is my entire fault. I broke her heart one year ago, regardless of how fragile she is and always been. I feel so guilty.
We sit in her living room, waiting for her to decide if she joins us or if she stays in her room. I look around. There are no pictures, nothing personal. There is just a teddy bear, on the sofa. I remember it was her favourite one. Her dad gave it to her when she was eight. She really loves it.

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