Why do you hate me, What've I done?

Emily is a pretty normal sixteen year-old, she has short, red hair resembled to Hayley Williams', blue eyes, nice cheekbones. Other than she's an orphan; both her parents dead and she cuts. Emily just happens to fancy One Direction. She wins a contest to meet them, and she thinks it'll be like fanfictions and stories, they'll love her and become the best of friends and live happily ever after! No. But when the boys don't like her, how will she take it?


37. The Girl

"LIAM!" A girl screams at the six of us, walking in the mall. "Er, hello love." Liam mumbles, not wanting to attract attention. "Can I have a picture with you boys?" She asks. "Of course babe." Zayn says, steppining into the picture. She hands me her phone, and I take a few pictures of all of them together. "Thanks! Can I talk to you Emily? In private?" She says with a grin. "Er-" I look over at Liam. He nods, and I reply, "Sure I guess." The two of us walk to the empty restrooms.

'"So, what do you need to-" But I'm cut off with her fist in my stomach. "Whore! You don't deserve him! He doesn't love you!" She smacks me in the face. Everything is happening so fast. Would she really hurt me just for Liam?!"Go to hell!" I collasp to the floor in pain. She pulls out a knife. I sob and scream. "LIAM! PLEASE HELP L-LIAM! ZAYN! HARRY! PLEASE HELP!" I sob.

"Shut the fuck up!" She yells, cutting my arm. I stop screaming, out of pure fear. I start to panic and sob, gasping for breath.

So this is it. I think. I'm dying, just because she wants to be with him. Fine, I'll die. But with dignity.

"Tell the boys I love them." I whisper under my breath. I'm not sure who to, maybe God. It was really to anybody.

The knife is pressed up against my neck, and I guess I'm ready to die.

 She presses it down and runs it down jaggedly, and I start to scream. "LIAM! HARRY! NIALL! LOUIS! Z-ZAYN! PLEASE HELP ME, ANYBODY!" My body shakes from the sobs.

"EMILY!" Somebody screams, running into the bathroom. She looks up, and runs off. I look down at my chest, blood running through my striped blouse. I started to get woozy. Niall runs in, panting hard. "Emily!" Niall gasps.

"H-hey." I say, getting dizzier by the minute. "Oh my god, Emily, we have to get you to the hospital!" He says, tears streaming down his face. I nod, and he picks me up, running through the mall to our car, callin Liam as we speed of to a hospital. After that, I don't remember, as I pass out.

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