Love through a suicidal act...
Don't do it!
Hayley’s POV
At the moment I’m in my brother’s room with my brother, Niall and Harry when I suddenly get a text. “What?!” I yell to myself when I read the text from Melissa saying, “Think you’ll be able to save your friend again?”… I didn’t understand so I replied, “What on earth do you mean?” She just replied, “Go check for yourself!” with a link to a website and a smiley face. I click on the link and it takes a while before it opens. When it finally opens, I drop my phone and start running to where Joan is. “Don’t!!” I yell as I run into her room, but by the look on her face I soon realise it’s too late. “Don’t do it!” I yell once again when I saw she was sitting with a knife in her hand. She takes the knife and places it on her pulse, I plead once again “Please don’t…” She just looked up at me before she placed pressure on the knife, allowing it to cut her and blood to escape her body. She moves the knife up and before she could cut herself again I pleaded once again- this time not able to stop my tears- “Joan… please don’t do it, they’re not worth it!” and this time the guys came rushing in. “Don’t” they screamed- sounding like a choir. When Niall saw the blood running down her hand -where she had already cut herself- tears started rolling down his cheeks and he started moving towards Joan. As he walked towards her, he started talking to her and trying to convince her to not cut herself again, but it didn’t work. Again she placed pressure on the knife, allowing it to cut her and blood to escape her body. Niall then started crying worse and when he reached her he placed his hand on her wounds. Then all of a sudden tears started escaping her eyes and rolling down her face. Slowly he moved his other hand towards the knife and then slowly wrapped it around the knife’s handle- taking it from her. He motioned Harry to take the knife and Harry slowly moved towards him, taking the knife from him. Niall still had his one hand on Joan’s bloody arm, while she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. He removed his other hand from her hand- the one which she previously held the knife in- and wrapped it around her. She started crying even worse and Niall just stood there holding her. I looked at my brother and soon discovered that he wasn’t in the room anymore. I turned around and started rushing back to his room where I discovered him crying.
I quickly ran up to him and wrapped my arms around him. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I questioned, “Why?” He just replied “It hurt me to see her hurt” and I just hugged him tighter. After a while Harry came walking in and I just gave him a nod when he asked me if I was ok. Harry took a seat on the floor and started talking. “Dyl?” and Dylan just nodded. “After you left, Joan pushed Niall away” I let go of Dylan and he then looked up at Harry- Dylan still had tears in his eyes- and Harry then continued. “She then said ‘He said no one will ever love me and I’m not worthy of someone’s love and it’s starting to come true’. Do you perhaps know what that means?” Harry asked and I immediately knew Dylan doesn’t know anything about it, so I spoke up. “No, Dylan doesn’t know what it means, or why she said it… , but if you really want to know what it means, you’re gonna have to talk to me instead”. Dylan looked at me with a puzzled face and Harry just sat there staring at me, emotionless.
After a while Dylan managed to get a word out and that one word was ‘explain’. I sighed and started telling them about her father and everything he did and said to her. While I talked they just stared at me and after I stopped talking there was an awkward silence. “Please say something” I said trying to break the silence, but unfortunately I wasn’t very successful, so I decided to go with a question. “Ummm… where’s Niall??” Harry looked at me with a worried face and before he could say anything I got up and rushed out of my room and walked into Niall’s room, only to find a n empty room. I ran to Harry’s room and discovered another empty room, I ran to Joan’s room and found another empty room. At the moment I was kinda panicking and trying to convince myself that they are OK, but I was starting to panic even more. “Wait, Joan had a bloody arm” I said thinking out loud. “AND Joan knows where our emergency kit is” I said thinking out loud again before I started rushing towards the bathroom. When I walked into the bathroom, a sigh of relief came over me when I saw both Niall and Joan there. Niall was busy bandaging Joan’s pulse and she just sat there, not smiling, not frowning, just crying! In a way it looked like she was there against her own will- like Niall dragged her all the way to the bathroom, but the thing is he doesn’t know where the kit is, well it’s kinda obvious that it’s in the bathroom, but still anything is possible.
When Joan eventually saw me standing in the door, Niall was finished with her arm and she then jumped up and came running to me and bursted into tears. She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I moved her so that I can see her face. Niall pushed himself pas us and walked away. “Niall” she finally answered. “What did he do?” I asked as I started walking with her to my room (not the one Joan was staying in). I open the door for us and we walk in. I closed the door behind us before we went to sit on my bed. “Tell me what happened” I said after a while and Joan started talking.
*Joan’s Flashback*
Niall was the only one who stayed with me after everyone left. He still had his one hand on my bleeding arm, but he had removed the other one after I pushed him away.
“You think no one loves you, well you should think again, because if nobody loved or even cared about you, you would’ve been dead now” he said and it brought tears to my eyes. “Come” he said as he motioned me to get up. I just ignored him and turned my face the other way. “Fine, we’ll do it the other way” he said before he started tightening his grip around my wounded arm. He started hurting me and just as I thought it can’t hurt even worse, I’m proved to be wrong. He pulled me- while tightening his grip- out of the bed and I started crying of the pain. “Stop!” I pleaded, but he just ignored me. He pulled me across the room, all the way down the hall and into the bathroom- he pulled me by my arm, the wounded one- while I cried and pleaded to him to stop, but he just ignored me and when he finally replied he said ‘You think we don’t love you, so now I’m treating you like we don’t love you’. He forced me to sit on the toilet, while he search the closets for the emergency kit. Eventually he found it and he then grabbed my arm and once again I cried of the pain. He opened the tap and I already knew what was following.
When he pressed my pulse in under the running water, tears started rolling down my cheeks and I tried to pull my arm out from under the water, but his grip was too tight. When he finally closed the tap, he loosened his grip and I pulled my arm out of his grip and held it against my chest. “Did I say we’re done?” he asked as he moved towards me- reaching out to grab my arm- I pleaded to him to stop, but he just went on. He grabbed my arm and then placed cotton balls on it. I sat there pleading and in pain, but he just went on. When he finally removed the cotton balls, he started working more gently with me. He placed some antibacterial cream on before he started bandaging it up- but him working more gently didn’t stop my tears. When he finished I looked up at the door and found Hayley standing there.
*End of flashback*
Hayley’s POV
I can’t believe Niall did that to Joan… “That asshole! He is going to get it from me!” I said as I stood up and started heading for the door. “Wait!” Joan yelled, but I just ignored her. I walked into Dylan’s room and when I saw Niall sitting there my blood pressure rose even higher. I walked up to Harry and pulled him out by his shirt before I started talking. “You better talk to that asshole you call one of your best friends and tell him that if he hurts Joan again, or even just touches her again… well let’s just say, you won’t be quartet anymore, but a trio!” I said before turning around and walking back to Joan. When I entered my room, I saw her laying on my bed and I went to sit next to her. “What did you do?” she asked when I sat down next to her. “Don’t worry about it” I said before repositioning myself so that I laid next to her. Not long after we stopped talking, she fell asleep and I soon followed.
At the moment I’m in my brother’s room with my brother, Niall and Harry when I suddenly get a text. “What?!” I yell to myself when I read the text from Melissa saying, “Think you’ll be able to save your friend again?”… I didn’t understand so I replied, “What on earth do you mean?” She just replied, “Go check for yourself!” with a link to a website and a smiley face. I click on the link and it takes a while before it opens. When it finally opens, I drop my phone and start running to where Joan is. “Don’t!!” I yell as I run into her room, but by the look on her face I soon realise it’s too late. “Don’t do it!” I yell once again when I saw she was sitting with a knife in her hand. She takes the knife and places it on her pulse, I plead once again “Please don’t…” She just looked up at me before she placed pressure on the knife, allowing it to cut her and blood to escape her body. She moves the knife up and before she could cut herself again I pleaded once again- this time not able to stop my tears- “Joan… please don’t do it, they’re not worth it!” and this time the guys came rushing in. “Don’t” they screamed- sounding like a choir. When Niall saw the blood running down her hand -where she had already cut herself- tears started rolling down his cheeks and he started moving towards Joan. As he walked towards her, he started talking to her and trying to convince her to not cut herself again, but it didn’t work. Again she placed pressure on the knife, allowing it to cut her and blood to escape her body. Niall then started crying worse and when he reached her he placed his hand on her wounds. Then all of a sudden tears started escaping her eyes and rolling down her face. Slowly he moved his other hand towards the knife and then slowly wrapped it around the knife’s handle- taking it from her. He motioned Harry to take the knife and Harry slowly moved towards him, taking the knife from him. Niall still had his one hand on Joan’s bloody arm, while she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. He removed his other hand from her hand- the one which she previously held the knife in- and wrapped it around her. She started crying even worse and Niall just stood there holding her. I looked at my brother and soon discovered that he wasn’t in the room anymore. I turned around and started rushing back to his room where I discovered him crying.
I quickly ran up to him and wrapped my arms around him. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I questioned, “Why?” He just replied “It hurt me to see her hurt” and I just hugged him tighter. After a while Harry came walking in and I just gave him a nod when he asked me if I was ok. Harry took a seat on the floor and started talking. “Dyl?” and Dylan just nodded. “After you left, Joan pushed Niall away” I let go of Dylan and he then looked up at Harry- Dylan still had tears in his eyes- and Harry then continued. “She then said ‘He said no one will ever love me and I’m not worthy of someone’s love and it’s starting to come true’. Do you perhaps know what that means?” Harry asked and I immediately knew Dylan doesn’t know anything about it, so I spoke up. “No, Dylan doesn’t know what it means, or why she said it… , but if you really want to know what it means, you’re gonna have to talk to me instead”. Dylan looked at me with a puzzled face and Harry just sat there staring at me, emotionless.
After a while Dylan managed to get a word out and that one word was ‘explain’. I sighed and started telling them about her father and everything he did and said to her. While I talked they just stared at me and after I stopped talking there was an awkward silence. “Please say something” I said trying to break the silence, but unfortunately I wasn’t very successful, so I decided to go with a question. “Ummm… where’s Niall??” Harry looked at me with a worried face and before he could say anything I got up and rushed out of my room and walked into Niall’s room, only to find a n empty room. I ran to Harry’s room and discovered another empty room, I ran to Joan’s room and found another empty room. At the moment I was kinda panicking and trying to convince myself that they are OK, but I was starting to panic even more. “Wait, Joan had a bloody arm” I said thinking out loud. “AND Joan knows where our emergency kit is” I said thinking out loud again before I started rushing towards the bathroom. When I walked into the bathroom, a sigh of relief came over me when I saw both Niall and Joan there. Niall was busy bandaging Joan’s pulse and she just sat there, not smiling, not frowning, just crying! In a way it looked like she was there against her own will- like Niall dragged her all the way to the bathroom, but the thing is he doesn’t know where the kit is, well it’s kinda obvious that it’s in the bathroom, but still anything is possible.
When Joan eventually saw me standing in the door, Niall was finished with her arm and she then jumped up and came running to me and bursted into tears. She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I moved her so that I can see her face. Niall pushed himself pas us and walked away. “Niall” she finally answered. “What did he do?” I asked as I started walking with her to my room (not the one Joan was staying in). I open the door for us and we walk in. I closed the door behind us before we went to sit on my bed. “Tell me what happened” I said after a while and Joan started talking.
*Joan’s Flashback*
Niall was the only one who stayed with me after everyone left. He still had his one hand on my bleeding arm, but he had removed the other one after I pushed him away.
“You think no one loves you, well you should think again, because if nobody loved or even cared about you, you would’ve been dead now” he said and it brought tears to my eyes. “Come” he said as he motioned me to get up. I just ignored him and turned my face the other way. “Fine, we’ll do it the other way” he said before he started tightening his grip around my wounded arm. He started hurting me and just as I thought it can’t hurt even worse, I’m proved to be wrong. He pulled me- while tightening his grip- out of the bed and I started crying of the pain. “Stop!” I pleaded, but he just ignored me. He pulled me across the room, all the way down the hall and into the bathroom- he pulled me by my arm, the wounded one- while I cried and pleaded to him to stop, but he just ignored me and when he finally replied he said ‘You think we don’t love you, so now I’m treating you like we don’t love you’. He forced me to sit on the toilet, while he search the closets for the emergency kit. Eventually he found it and he then grabbed my arm and once again I cried of the pain. He opened the tap and I already knew what was following.
When he pressed my pulse in under the running water, tears started rolling down my cheeks and I tried to pull my arm out from under the water, but his grip was too tight. When he finally closed the tap, he loosened his grip and I pulled my arm out of his grip and held it against my chest. “Did I say we’re done?” he asked as he moved towards me- reaching out to grab my arm- I pleaded to him to stop, but he just went on. He grabbed my arm and then placed cotton balls on it. I sat there pleading and in pain, but he just went on. When he finally removed the cotton balls, he started working more gently with me. He placed some antibacterial cream on before he started bandaging it up- but him working more gently didn’t stop my tears. When he finished I looked up at the door and found Hayley standing there.
*End of flashback*
Hayley’s POV
I can’t believe Niall did that to Joan… “That asshole! He is going to get it from me!” I said as I stood up and started heading for the door. “Wait!” Joan yelled, but I just ignored her. I walked into Dylan’s room and when I saw Niall sitting there my blood pressure rose even higher. I walked up to Harry and pulled him out by his shirt before I started talking. “You better talk to that asshole you call one of your best friends and tell him that if he hurts Joan again, or even just touches her again… well let’s just say, you won’t be quartet anymore, but a trio!” I said before turning around and walking back to Joan. When I entered my room, I saw her laying on my bed and I went to sit next to her. “What did you do?” she asked when I sat down next to her. “Don’t worry about it” I said before repositioning myself so that I laid next to her. Not long after we stopped talking, she fell asleep and I soon followed.
Notes
Sorry for taking so long to update! Hope you liked it :)
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8/20/15