Stay strong chapter one
Wow! Didn't forget you but you did officially ended! Welcome to the sequel! Every thing we thought we know is wrong. There will be betrayal. Pain and a WHOLE LOT OF DRAMA. You better sit down, subscribe and not miss this. This is going to be epic. Things will happen, people will lie and someone will die. You will not want to miss this. So sit down and eat your pop corn that I have ever so kindly provided.
Authors note: so hey guys! I had a tough time thinking of a name. I came up with: as the tide rolls, trouble in paradise and stay strong. I ended up choosing stay strong because I think it will fit. It does. So sit back and enjoy the show! So when I mentioned in the last story that back when Demi was Mitchie (before WPP) Joe sang a 1D song. Forget about that. That screwed up my time line. So imagine that never happened. The other songs, I don't really care if they screwed that up but it doesn't make much sense. So everything happened in 2008-2011. So the fire was in 2009, a few months after CR 2. She was in WPP for three years so that is now. 1D has only been in the USA for about seven months, maybe more. So now that that is cleared up. Off to the story!
I don't own camp rock! Never had never will -such a shame too. If I did, there would be a third movie. Just saying.
* This means that I am unsure if this is real so like the _ mentioned later basically.
Harry's pov
Me and the boys talked to Demi this morning. She told us she wasn't feeling well so we all decided to check on her. I am glad we did too. Louis knocked on her door and then realized it was unlocked. We opened the door and walked in. We saw her standing there for a second or two before passing out. Liam and Zayn ran to her side and tried to catch her. Everyone except Liam freaked out a bit. He felt her forehead then started to panic. Liam ordered one of us to call 911. Louis reached for his phone and dialed. He explained the situation. Not even five minutes later, an ambulance came and took her away. Liam went with her. Zayn grabbed her phone and her apartment keys before dragging the rest of us to the car. He drove and handed me the phone. He told me, " look for Caitlin's number and or Joe's number." I nodded and looked through her contact book. I called them but they did not answer. I called Nate and got an answer form him. This is what I said to him, " hello. Is this Nate?" he replied "yeah. Who is this?" I replied, " this is Harry styles." He replied, " why is Harry styles calling me from Demi's phone." " Me and the boys from one direction went to visit her when she said she wasn't feeling well earlier today. When we got there, we saw her pass out so we called an ambulance. She is being taken to LA general*. I was trying to call the ICE contacts in her phone but they did not pick up but you did. So yeah. We have her phone and apartment keys." I replied. He was quiet and said, " I will tell the others, thank you. Oh and we will be there shortly." I hung up and put her phone in my pocket. Zayn announced that we were here so we all got out and ran up to the ER. Ten minutes after we got there, Nate and two other people arrived. I assume that they were Joe and Caitlin. I gave them Demi's phone and keys.
Twenty minutes later, a doctor came in and said, " part for Demi Lovato?" me and the boys stood up as well as Nate and his two friends. He motioned us over to the hallway and stepped outside. Joe sent several dirty looks our way. I simply shook my head and ignored them. The doctor turned towards me and said, " thank goodness that you had her brought in when you did. Her fever was over 105.5. Any higher and she could have died. We managed to cool her down to about 104.9. We are still looking for a cause for her illness. We are doing our best to cool her temperature down. Any higher and she could be brain dead and or fried." I winced at the doctors words a bit. The girl, Caitlin said, " will she be okay?" her voice was distraught and full of worry. The doctor said, " its hard to tell. I wont sugar coat it; if her fever goes up any more, she will die." Caitlin burst into tears. Nate hugged her and tried to calm her down. Joe stood there emotionless. Liam was the first to speak out of the six of us boys( that includes Joe). He said, " will we be able to see her soon?" Joe sent him a dirty, dirty look. Like if this look could kill, Liam would already be six feet under. The doctor, who is so oblivious to the fact that Joe is probably mentally killing us, is trying to kill us with looks. The doctor relied, " you can see her but not for another ten minutes. We are trying to cool her down. And only two people can go in at a time. She will most likely be unconscious. We did admit a sedative but at this point we are unsure if it actually sedated her." I was thinking, " what the bloody hell do you mean that you don't know if the sedatives worked? Aren't you a doctor for bloody hell? Shouldn't you know these things?" I remained quiet though. It seems that Joe was thinking the same thing.
Nodding we all sat back down in the waiting room and waited for our turn to go in. when Joe and Caitlin went in, Nate sat down and seemed to be civil. He said thank you for calling him and then sat down in a chair the furthest away from us. He held his head in his hands and sat quietly. I mumbled into Liam's ear, " did you see the look Joe sent you earlier. If looks could kill, we all would be dead or planning a funeral." He chuckled softly and replied back, " then be glad that they Cant." Zayn sat next to Niall, who was upset. The poor boy had only known Demi shortly and already the two were best friends. All of us were close to Demi. Despite only knowing her for about a week, we were great friends. She somehow managed to bring Zayn out of his funky mood without even knowing it. His breakup with Perrie was not a nice one. That's all I will say. Liam was having fun; you could tell that he missed Danielle though. Louis was glad to have someone who loved Carrots and was silly like him. Hmm. What about me. I think I just enjoy having her around. I think I just enjoy having someone around how makes the boys happy. We all miss home and our families. We still have a tour to do. We have been in the US for two months and the tour is four months long. Demi has been a great friend. I liked living in LA for the short while. Now we leave for tour in three days. Basically two.
Add the pressure of a tour to the mix of a six friend is just stressful. I hope she is better soon. What is Joe's problem? Why does he hate us so much? I took out my phone and google(d) him. I read that a few years back, he was a total jerk. Then he met this girl named Mitchie Torres at a camp. Her mom was the chef at the summer camp, Camp rock. A year later, the camp all most closed because of a camp across the lake. Camp Star. There was a TV special. The campers competed and would be judged. The best camp would stay open and the other one would close. Camp Star one but everyone left and went to camp Rock. Mitchie was one of the performers. She died in a fire at her school. Her mom died a few days before in a car accident. A girl named Nancy set the fire. She was charged with attempt murder and murder and several other crimes. Not much is known about Mitchie.
I found a picture of her. She looks like a spinning imagine of Demi. Wait, the article said that she died. What if she didn't? I think Demi is really Mitchie. I saved the picture and closed that web page. I google(d) Nate and Caitlin. A story came up that they are dating. That explains his behavior earlier. I also read that it is suspected that Joe and Demi are dating. I felt my heart break a bit. Did I have slight feelings for Demi? Oh well. She has a boy friend. That hasn't stopped me before though. Haha I chuckled nervously in my head. This girl effects me like no other. I can't think straight and I am always thinking about her. She has the prettiest brown eyes and dark hair. Her personality is amazing! She is sweet, funny and caring. Joe and Caitlin came back not to long ago, Nate and Liam both went in to see her.
Joe's povWhy are they here? Is the first thing I think when I see them. One phone call changed the whole day. This morning, Nate, Caitlin and me all went down to the studio to finish finalizing Demi's album. We had to edit the sounds and then review it. It took several hours to make sure it was great. I checked my phone to see that Demi texted me a few times. I replied back an hour later but she never did. Since we already had an album name, we only needed an album cover. We were discussing that when Nate got the call. He said that Harry from One Direction called From Demi's phone saying that she was being taken to a hospital. I instantly felt bad. I ignored her when she told me she had a fever of 103.5 or something like that. I shouldn't have done that. Great. I am a horrible boy friend and friend.
We got to the hospital and saw all of the five members of One direction. They were her knight in shinning armor. I always am such a screw up. I messed up during the fire and at camp several times. Maybe we are just too different or too similar. I almost think that we wont work out. She is amazing but are we good for each other? I ignore her and she winds up hurt or something. Why do I have a feeling that this is going to end bad? Like really bad. I love her but what if the time apart; we grew apart. She is so kind. I don't want to hurt her though.
Seeing Demi in that hospital bed was horrible, her face was pale and sweaty. She looked like death . Seeing her there made me realize that I did love her. She was my rock and I was her rock. I sat quietly as Caitlin lectured her unconscious body about doing this to her again. I love Caitlin, she is like my sister but she is honestly crazy. I shook my head at her antics and watched her. Our time was up so we left and let Nate and Liam come in. I realized that my dirty looks from early weren't helping anyone or anything. It wasn't very nice and it was childish. I sized up each on of them. I had my research on each one of them done already. When Caitlin planned the party, I researched most of the people there. I all ready knew most of them except for the British guys. Curiosity led me to google them. What mostly came up was videos of them singing, their video diaries from their time on the X-factor. Apparently, Harry is the charming player. Zayn is the mysterious bad boy. Liam is the Dad of the group since he is the most responsible and patient. Louis is the most childlike. Niall apparently eats A LOT and still doesn't gain weight. I looked deeper and found out where they were from, what they are really like and likes/dislikes. Oh and apparently, Zayn smokes, drinks and might possibly do drugs – it is no sure. Harry has sex A lot. He is known for banging a different girl every night. Liam doesn't drink because he only has one kidney. Niall drinks and when he does, he gets wasted and turns into a giggly mess or some how ends up in a fight. Louis apparently loves carrots. Nothing dirty about him. Hmm. I saw another link so I clicked on it.
It said that Harry and Louis were dating and in love. When I read that, I laughed. I found more things about the boys. Zayn was apparently was very insecure because of his nationality. He loved music and acting and wanted to perform. He tried out on the X-factor and made it. He was later dropped and so where the others; that was until Simon Cowell put them all into a band. Harry came up with the Name One Direction. They have 1 album out and several singles. They just came to America and released their song 'what makes you beautiful'. I laughed. How silly. I listened to more of their songs. They are actually pretty good. Dam. That makes getting rid of them a whole lot harder.
Why am I trying to get rid of 1D? Well, if they are gone and several other bands ( all-star weekend, Jonas brothers, the wanted, etc.) aren't competition then connect three can make a come back. I want to be on the number one chart again. I want to here the crowd call my name and perform. No one cares that much when they see us anymore. Were old news. We need to be big again. If we want to be big again that means we are going to have to do a few things we wont be proud of.
Liam's povI walked into the room and Saw Demi lying there. It was heart breaking. To see such a sweet girl so sick is heart breaking. Demi just has that personality that screams 'hi. Want to be my friend?' it is so strange but yet so interesting. The boys have taken to her quickly. Even Zayn and he takes a while to get used to people. I think she is good for us. She doesn't care who we are and has the same passion of music that each one of us has. It is so amazing to see someone with so much talent and so much heart. The music comes from her soul. It speaks louder than words. Joe is a lucky man. Many people would love to date her. Harry definitely being one of them. I saw the look in his eye when he first met her. He had a look in his eyes that he rarely has when he looks at a woman. It was almost… respect, fascination, amazed. I think he really wants her to be okay.
Zayn's povWhen I saw Demi collapse my heart stopped for a moment. I ran to her side and tried to catch her. I screamed out her name right as she closed her eyes. I freaked out but tried to remain calm. The ambulance took her away and I drove right behind them. I listened to the calls Harry made. When we got to the hospital, Joe gave us the dirtiest look ever. I ignored it and sat down in a chair next to Niall. The poor lad was terrified. Him and Demi were already partners in Crime. Heck, she was my partner in crime. We planned to officially prank the others together soon. She had the personality that lights up a room when she walks in. I broke up with Perrie not to long ago( two weeks ago). She skype(d) me to say that it was over
She also said that she was sleeping with my friend Jason while I was gone, and the six months we were together she cheated on me for five of them and that she never loved and she didn't even know why she dated me. Oh and she ever so kindly-note the sarcasm, said to quit the band and go back to being a terrorist. That hit home. She was insulting my religion and my family. She sells things about our relationship to the media. She said that I broke up with her. The media hated me for a good week or two. The hate mall was awful. After that I was either asleep, drunk or hung over. Most of the time I drank until I fell asleep then woke up hung over and drank more. What no one knows was back at home before the X-factor and every thing, I was a cutter. After Perrie, I fell into a never ending depression. I really loved her and then she tells me that she never loved me and that our relationship was pretty much fake and a waste. Liam and the boys put a stop to all the drinking and smoking. I smoke but not as much. I guess you could say Katy Perry's song Wide Awake sums it all up.
When I realized that I lost some one who didn't love me and she lost some one who truly loved her, a weight was taken off my shoulders. I felt free for the first time in weeks. I smiled and laughed. It felt so foreign. The cutting is still there though. It becomes addictive after awhile. My best friend back home, Leslie was the one who found me cutting one day.
Flash backI just made six slices on my wrists and slowly felt my life draining and my sad miserable life ending. I welcomed death with open arms. The bullying was so bad. I was beaten almost every day. Shoved into lockers. Hell, locked into a locker. I wanted to die so badly. I wanted it to end so I took maters into my own hands. I started cutting around the end of seventh grade. The bullying was bad the following year. It was the worst during my first year of high school. I was called gay and other cruel names. I loved to sing and act, I was bullied because of that. I was bullied for just about anything. My skin color, religion, height, weight, cutting, clothes and just because they could.
The day I tried to take my own life: march 15th. I cut my wrist open dozens of times. I cut deep enough to bleed A lot. It was around evening when I did this. The day was really bad. It had gone on for too long. I decided that morning that today; I would die. By evening, I wrote out several letters explaining everything. I told my family that I loved them, my best friend that she was the reason that I didn't die sooner. I explained the bullying and every thing else. I sat in the bathroom cutting. I cut my chest, legs, arms, waist and any where else I could. I made the final cuts and sat there. I thought about how crappy my life was but then how that was okay. I had a roof over my head, a meal every day and a family that loved me. I tried to stop the bleeding. I didn't want to die. My vision started to cloud and go black. I heard Leslie call my name out before I passed out. What was she doing here? Oh yeah, we were supposed to hang out tonight.
I woke up a few days later in the hospital. Leslie sat by my bedside the whole entire time. I had to see a few physiologists and attend a rehab for a month. I stopped cutting and the bullying got a bit better. There were days that I thought that I wouldn't make it and days that I knew I would. I stood my ground and survived. The beatings got better once the school found out. I got shoved into a few lockers and called names but it wasn't half as bad as it was before. I eventually got better and stopped cutting.
End of flash back…After Perrie broke up with me, I went insane. The boys brought me back to reality that day. They told me that if I didn't get my act together, I was out of the band. I quickly got my act together and I try my hardest not to screw it up. I stopped sleeping around. It just wasn't my thing. Seeing Demi collapse brought back several things. It reminded me of when I tried to kill my self and when Leslie was diagnosed with Diabetes ( she fainted into my arms) ( she scared the living day lights out of Me. she doesn't faint anymore. Thank goodness). When we got to the ER I tried to calm my self down since I was on the verge of a panic attack. When Nate, Joe and Caitlin got there; Joe kept giving us the dirtiest looks ever. If looks could kill. Seriously, what was his problem? Was it the fact that he ignored his girl friend when she was sick and we were there to help her? What is this dudes problem? I kept quiet until he left.
I whispered into Liam's ear, " what was his problem. Seriously? Trying to kill us with looks much?" he responded back, " if looks could kill, our families would be planning our funerals." I chuckled softly and focused my attention on something else. After my attempt, hospitals made me nervous. I sat there and bounced my knee. After ten minutes, Harry told me to quit it. I rolled my eyes and began to play with my hands. Niall was the only one who knew that I hated hospitals and that they made me nervous, very nervous. He most likely sensed my nervousness and suggested around the time that the first group of people came out so the second could go in (Liam and Nate ). Joe came back and actually apologized for giving us dirty looks. I nodded and kept quiet. Niall said he was hungry and I volunteered to make sure that he got back fine. I left with him in search of the cafeteria. We walked in silence. Once inside, he wandered off to find something to eat. I wasn't hungry; I haven't been eating a bunch lately. Niall wouldn't notice if I didn't eat or anything but Liam and the others would eventually. So I force my self to eat around them. Its not that I have an eating disorder but I just cant eat. When I eat, I feel sick.
I grabbed an apple and then waited for Niall to return, he grabbed a sandwich and a bag of chips. I paid for food and sat down in a booth in the corner of the room. I watched Niall bite into his sandwich while I played with my apple. I finally took a bite a few minutes later; I eventually said, " do you know why I don't like hospitals?" he shook his head no so I explained, " when I was around fifteen or sixteen I tried to kill my self." Niall's eyes went wide and he asked, " why?" I stared at my hands while I continued on, " I was bullied really badly from middle school into high school. They bullied me on every thing they could. One day I couldn't take it any more so I tried to kill my self. When I realized that I wanted to live, that I had so much to be grateful for I took my final breaths. I did die in my best friends arms. The paramedics took me to the hospital and managed to save me. I was stuck in rehab for a month or so before I could go home. I had to talk to a doctor every day. When I got home, everyone treated me like I was made of glass. The bullying got better. I still was shoved into lockers and called names but they stopped beating me. I tried out for the X-factor the following year." Niall said, " I'm sorry those bastards hurt you so bad. I am so happy thought that you're sitting here and in the land of the living." I smiled at his words and said, " me too. If I died that day, I never would have met you guys and actually got to live my dreams out."
We sat in silence for a few minutes before I said, " you're the only person I told. Liam and the others don't know and I don't want them to know just yet. I will tell them when I am ready. Please don't tell them." he nodded and said, " I wont. Thank you for telling me something so personal." I nodded and ate the rest of my apple. Five minutes later, we made our way back to the waiting room. I then realized that I didn't tell Niall how, which was probably a good thing. He didn't ask, I didn't tell. In the half hour that we were gone, Liam and Nate returned , Harry and Louis went in. I sat down and then continued to play with my hands. I knew that Liam was smart enough to realize that Niall created a distraction for me eventually. When was the question. I kept my self busy by talking to Liam. He didn't say much, which gave me the hint that he didn't want to talk. So I shut up and looked at my hands. I could see the faint lines across my wrist. I ran my finger over the six lines on my arm. Looking at them reminds me of how close I was to dying and of dying. I cheated death. The lines were fading a little bit more as time went by. When ever I felt like cutting, I was to text Leslie no matter the time of day every day. After my break up with Perrie, she started to worry about me more. I try to tell her that I am fine but she doesn't listen. She even told me that if I didn't tell Liam about my attempt, she would. She told me that if I didn't tell him by the time that the tour started then she would. That gives me like two days and right now isn't the best of times.
I texted her saying: hey! VAS HAPPENIN' ?
She sent back: lol not much! I had work today. My boss was a jerk! Ugh!
I replied: that sucks! Can I tell her to shove it?
Her: haha no. She might fire me then.
Me: I told some one today.
Her: about three years ago? And who?
Me: I told Niall and yes.
Her: I'm glad you at least told some one. VAS HAPPENIN'?
Me: my friend Demi, she is a new singer here. She is REALLY good! She got really, really sick today so me and the boys went to check up on her. When we got there, she passed out. We are now at the hospital.
Her: OMG! I hope she is okay. How good is she? I'm glad that you guys stayed there to make sure she was okay.
Me: how did you know? She is amazing! Let me find a clip of her singing to send to you! (Insert video here)
Her: wow! She is really good! I hope she gets better!
Me: yeah! The boys like her a lot already. We have known her for about a week.
Her: you've known her a week YOU already are close friends I bet. ;)
Me: I like her as a friend. Nothing more. Besides I think Harry likes her too.
Her: haha. Harry likes anything with boobs and a butt.
Me: haha. Remember the time he hit on a guy who he thought was a girl! That was hilarious!
Her: haha I still have that on video! I saved it onto a DVD and put it in a safe.
Me: are we both thinking the same thing? Black mail?
Her: you know me so well!
Me: I am your best friend aren't I?
Her: nope. You're my brother.
Me: haha and you are my sister! Love ya!
Her: love ya too! And you know it!
Me: of course!
Her: how are you doing?
Me: I'm fine.
Her: that's Bull and you know it. Tell me the truth.
Me: fine. Honestly, I feel nervous, afraid and antsy.
Her: makes sense. You're in a hospital, waiting for a friends condition and the fear of not knowing is making you nervous too.
Me: you're a shrink.
Her: haha. Nope I am really smart and I know you.
Me: yeah. I'm excited for the tour but I'm afraid too.
Her: that's okay. You're going to perform in front of a new crowd in a whole different country. It's okay to be afraid. If you need me, I am ALWAYS a phone call or text away. And when you come back to England, I will seriously check your wrists and every thing. I know your scared and that your hurt. Cutting is not an option though.
Me: I know it's not an option. I am so lucky to have a friend like you.
Her: you've been cutting again haven't you?
Me:…
Her: answer me dam it!
Me: uh, kind of
Her: dam it. That's it. I am SO kicking Perrie's ass! That little bitch deserves it! I am seriously thinking about getting on a plane; going out to LA and kicking your ass, then take ALL of your blades. And don't think about hiding them; I will find them all. And YOU know it.
Me: don't kick her ass first of all. I don't want you getting arrested. And don't. You have work. I am getting better. I promise.
Her: since Niall already knows, I am texting him and asking him to take a picture of your wrists right this instant.
Me: don't! He doesn't know about that! All I told him that was I tried to kill my self.
Her: Z, you're worrying me. You need to stop this. It hurts me to know that you do this to your self and I cant stop it. I don't want a repeat of three years ago. Please.
Me: okay. I will tell him. Only him though.
Her: thank you. I will let you go so you can tell him RIGHT NOW. I am telling him that you are going to tell him something. I will check with him later to make sure you tell him. I gotta go. My break is almost over.
Me: okay. I love you. I will tell him.
Her: thanks again. Love ya bro!
Sighing I locked my phone and waited for Niall to get the message. He read it and then looked at me and then texted: SHE SAID YOU HAD SOMETHING TO TELL ME? I nodded and said, " I'll be right back." Liam nodded and Niall followed me. I led him to the bathroom and went inside. I checked the stalls to make sure that no one was inside before I told him. He looked at me confused so I explained: " Leslie wants me to tell you how I tried to kill my self." He nodded, still confused. I rolled up my sleeve of my cotton plaid shirt up and showed him and continued on, " I made six cuts on my arm and many more all over. These were the worst." He nodded and said, " why did she want you to tell me. Not to sound rude or any thing." I said, " she's worried about me. Before I tried to kill my self, I was a cutter. I have many other scars all over. After I broke up with Perrie, I-I started to c-cut again." I stared at the ground in shame. He said, " why?" I replied, " it made the emotional pain go away. The physical pain distracted me from the emotional pain. That's also why I drank." He nodded and said, " show me."
I took of my cotton shirt, grateful that I wore a T-shirt underneath and showed him my entire arm. It was covered in a lot of scars and newer cuts. He took my arms and counted each cut and scar. When he finished he counted one-hundred-twenty- six (126). And that was only my arm. I rolled up my T-shirt and showed him the rest on my sides. Hip, stomach and chest. The number from that was fifty (50). He then asked, " is there any more?" I nodded, refusing to make eye contact. He sighed and said, " when we return to the hotel, I will finish counting the rest then." I nodded and still refused to make eye contact. I put my shirts back on and walked back to the waiting room. So I had 176 cuts so far and that's not all of them. I know it sounds like its too many to have but I have been doing this for so long, I knew how to hide it and how to maximize how many cuts I could get on my arms and the rest of me. I sat down in my chair looking like someone just kicked my puppy.
Liam said, " we will talk about this later." great. I thought to my self. He already suspects something is up. Harry and Louis finally came out. Me and Niall went in. we both said silent for a few minutes before one of us found the courage to speak. He spoke first. " Hey Demi. It's me Niall. Me and the boys are worried about you. So are Joe, Caitlin and Nate. Get better soon! That way we can hang out!" I swear I saw her smile at his words. I shook my head and sat down in the chair next to her. I looked at the Iv in her arm. I saw a few scratch marks. More like a scar of a cut. I didn't say anything but I made a mental note to ask her about it later. I spoke and said, " hey Demi. It's Zayn. Everyone is worried about you! Wake up when you are ready. I'm worried about you. Get better soon! Me and the boys had fun last night! It was a lot of fun and it was something we all had fun doing! Me and Niall have to go soon, the visiting hours are going to end in a few minutes." I stood up and said once last time, " bye Demi. See you later." Niall said bye and we walked out.
We met up with Liam in the hall and got ready to go. I turned to Caitlin, knowing that she would keep us posted if we asked her too. " Will you please keep us posted on how she is doing? Thank you." she nodded and said, " sure. Thank you for going and checking up on her. We should have done that. Thank you again. She could be in much worse condition if no one found her when you did. Thank you." we all nodded and then left.
Back at the hotel, I told Niall to tell the others there was a band meeting in ten minutes. I sighed. If I tell them now, that means the cutting is no more. I went to the bathroom, locked the door and sat down after grabbing my blade. I rolled up my jeans and put the blade to my skin. I dragged the blade across and named the reason. Disgrace. I dragged it over again and said screwed up mess. The third time I dragged it across I said not good enough. I dragged the blade across several times after that. Crap. The meeting is in five minutes. I cleaned up the cuts and managed to make them look like they were older than they really were. Dam it. I broke Leslie's promise. I started to cry. I broke my promise. I dialed her number while in hysterics. She answered and I managed to say , " Leslie. I screwed up again. I broke your promise. I promised I wouldn't but I did. Ugh! I'm such a screw up!" between the crying. She said, " Shh. It's okay Zayn. Go get Niall and tell him." " I told him earlier… he counted every single cut and scar. It was already at 176 and that was just my arms and chest. Gah! I'm such a screw up! I broke your promise… I-I broke your promise. I promised I wouldn't but I did." " Z, its okay to cry. Cry it out. Are you going to tell them yet? 176 times Zayn? I seriously need to come out there. I'm sorry but if you don't tell him soon, I will."
" I am going to tell them soon. I was going to tell them five minutes ago. I screwed up big time Leslie. I think I cut a little to deep." My vision began to cloud. I grabbed a towel and put it on my leg. I could hear Leslie's breathing quicken and her begin to panic. I winced as I applied more pressure to my wound. I heard someone knocking on the door. I sat in the tub and began to cry more. I heard Niall and Liam knocking on the door. I stayed where I was and talked to Leslie. " What do I do? I'm scared rose. What do I do? Help…me." I dropped the phone into my lap and put my hands to my face. I heard Niall tell Harry to pick the lock. I grabbed the blade and slide it across my wrist once more. The door opened just as I dropped the knife. I acted like I was fine and said, " what's up guys?" I held my wrists behind my back and prayed that they couldn't see the blood. I heard her one of them gasp. I picked up the knife faster that I thought I could. I held it out and shouted, " DON'T COME ANY CLOSER." Liam said, " let's be reasonable Zayn. Put the knife down." I shook my head. Niall came closer. I shouted, "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" Niall put his hands up and said, " Zayn, put the knife down. We can talk this out. Put the knife down." I shook my head. More tears rolled down my cheeks. I saw my blood running down my arms and down my legs. Now standing in a puddle of my own blood, I moved the knife. Instead of pointing it out in front of me and trying to defend my self, I had it on my self. Liam said, " Zayn, lets be rational. Put the knife down. Don't do this." I shook my head and put the knife to my stomach, with the tip of the blade pointing to my stomach.
I grabbed my phone that was now covered in blood and said to Leslie, "I'm so sorry I'm so sorry." I dropped the knife and fell to my knees. I heard them sigh in relief. I sat down in my blood and cried. Liam came over to me and tried to look at my arms. I pulled my arm away and wrapped them around my self. He sighed and stood up. Niall came to my side and hugged me, he took my arm as I cried and washed it off. He counted seven on my right arm and five on my left. He then rolled up my pant leg and cleaned my left leg. He cleaned it up and counted 12 then my right leg which had 15. He finished counting and said, " any more?" I shook my head no and he said, " two hundred cuts Zayn? Two hundred?" he told Louis to get me a pair of clean pants and shirt. He came back with clean clothes. Niall handed the knife to Liam and told him to dispose of it. Harry got a call and said that Demi just woke up and is doing a lot better. I cried into Niall's shoulder. I finally let Liam look at my cuts. He told Louis to go get management and get help. My vision started to get blurry and cloudy. I started to sway and then collapsed. All of the blood loss just caught up with me. I collapsed.
Authors note: well this chapter is more focused around Zayn but that's the point. He is a major factor in this story. Demi woke up and is doing better. Why is Joe acting like a jerk again? We found out about Zayn's murky past, watched him hurt himself and then collapse.
Zayn: why must you use me for your entertainment?
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