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Eleanor POV

I woke up to an empty bed and sighed. Just because Lou was back in London, did NOT mean he was off of work. He's probably at an interview or recording a new album. I stand up and walk into the bathroom.
I pulled my hair out of the messy bun it was in and brushed it out and let it hand on my shoulders. I put some makeup on. I was in the middle of brushing mascara over my lashes when the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs, and unlocked the front door. I swung it open to reveal a small package on the doorstep. aww how sweet. I picked up and and walked back inside closing the door behind me.
I walk upstairs and sat on the bed, grabbing a pair of scissors and slicing open the tape. When I open a box a note sat on top.

dear Eleanor,

I’m a big fan

Aww it was a fan! How sweet!

I love you,
and I love that you are dating Louis!

This is so sweet.

please open the rest of the package
before reading any further.

Normally I was not one to follow orders, especially from a note. But anxious to see what was inside, I set the note next to me revealing the contents of the rest of the box.

______--Stay tune to see what’s in the rest of the box, next chapter!!!_______




Kidding! This chapter’s not over yet!

I moved to note seeing what else was inside the box. it was a bunch of individually wrapped shapes. I picked up one and tore off the paper. Seeing a candy bar. Yum!
I picked up another shape and unwrapped it. There was a 20$ starbucks gift card! Yay I love starbucks! The gift card had a message on it.

For your bloody annoying starbucks obsession.

Well. That kind of hurt. I’m sure she didn’t mean it. I picked up another package and open it. A carrot. What? This one had a note on it too.

The only way you can ever get Louis to really pay attention to you.

WHAT? I don’t understand. I continued on. The next one. A book. full of photoshop and fanart larry pics. What is this. I grabbed the last package. This has to be a joke. I tore of the paper to see...OH MY GOD. I gasp putting my hand over my mouth. Sitting in front of me is a box full of single razor blades. what is this? A tear escapes and I pick up the note.

Did you open the rest first?
I hope you did. That would be
the first right thing you did,
probably ever Eleanor.
Or shall I say Elawhore?
I just want you to know
you’re not fooling me.
Larry is real.
Maybe even you don’t know it!
HA!you could not even know you’re a beard!
I just hope you know.
Louis dating you is not out of
his own free will. You make
him miserable! I promise.
Think about it. Why would
he like YOU? He’s Harry
Styles! And you are nothing.

At the bottom of the box I
got a collection of blades
for you!
I do hope you like them!
Hopefully you’ll put them
to good you. Slit your
crooked skinny wrists
a few times please? you
really do deserve it!
Or even better! Put
us all out of misery and
use them to just kill yourself!
We’d all really love it.
The truth is. Louis doesn’t
love you. No one does.
Don’t forget the blades

XX Sophia (A/N this is not Sophia Smith. Just a Sophia for the story. Sorry if Sophia’s your name! I’m sure you’re grand!)

I was sobbing at this point. I ran back into the bathroom and pulled out the book. taking the blades with me. I locked the bathroom door and grabbed a Sharpie.

Louis doesn’t love you, no one does.

I copied down. Sitting on the floor I flipped the pages of the book and grabbed the blade. I whipped a tear and brought the blade down on my skin, but lacked just enough force to break the skin.
“Eleanor Jane Calder.” I spoke to myself. “You are a nasty mistake.” I violently pushed the blade down. Feeling a burning in my arms but also cool blood trickling.
“One For being a mistake.” I whispered.
“One for ruining Louis’ life.” I said bringing the blade down again.
“One for being ugly.” Slash.
“And one for being me.” I cried hard pushing the blade into me again. I slashed my other arm a few times to even it out. I brought the blade to my skin again but stop. My arms ached sticky blood oozing out of my cuts, my head was pounding, I sobbed hot tears streaming down my face. My heart practically pulled out of my chest. I threw the blade against the wall. Then broke down crying harder.

And that was the first time I cut.

Notes