Zayns P.O.V
The mirror in my room, stood there, mocking me. I looked at it, unsatisfied with life, unsatisfied with myself, unsatisfied with everything. I looked at myself with anger. Why would anyone love me? I am ugly. My dry, tanned skin, my dull brown eyes and my face in general are all reasons why nobody will love me. Everybody thinks I am the vain one from the band but I think I'm probably the most insecure. I stared at myself in the mirror. I could see the anger build up in me. I could feel the anger rush through my body. I walked slowly to the mirror in my room still staring at my reflection. I got closer and closer and the anger was uncontrollable. I stared at myself one last time before the anger took over. I punched the mirror over and over satisfying myself because every time I hit the mirror I could see parts of my ugly face break off.
I must have been hitting the mirror for at least 10 minutes. There was only a tiny bit of glass left on the mirror but it still mocked me. I looked at my hand, now covered in blood. I looked back at the small piece of mirror and saw my reflection. What is wrong with me? My head is messed up and my body is unsatisfying. 100 thoughts ran through my mind. "I feel so alone." I cried to myself. "Nobody understands me." I said as I looked back at the small piece of mirror that remained. I looked around my room. Blades of shattered glass lay everywhere and splashes of blood stained my carpet. I picked up a piece of the mirror. I inspected it carefully, checking how sharp it was. I looked back to the mirror, unsatisfied. I looked at my wrist and I put the blade of glass to it, tearing my skin over and over again and crying while I thought of everything that wass wrong with me.
Seven rugged tears in my skin represented the disgust and anger I had in myself, blood still pushing out of the wounds. I winced at the pain but I couldn't help but feel that this was helping me. Oh my God. Listen to me. Feeling sorry for my pathetic self, how much of a low-life can I become before realizing that nobody is going to love me? I deserve everything I get! I'm pathet-
"Zayn... Where are you?" Niall screamed as he came through the front door to our house. I heard the other lads struggle with all the bags. They must have done a lot of shopping. "Zayn, are you in your room? I'm coming to get you!" Niall screamed with delight.
"Shit" I whispered to myself as I looked around my room. I never cleaned the up the pieces of mirror and the blood stains sure as hell weren't coming out of the carpet. "DON'T COME IN!" I screamed.
"Why?" Niall asked sounding confused. I could hear his steps getting closer to my bedroom door. He knocked twice and I could see the door knob moving. The door opened and his face expressed everything.