Meet Me in the Meadow

Dreams are like fireflies. You have to catch them in order to see the beauty, but once they stop lighting up, they die. That sums up my life. An eighteen year old girl, who sits alone everyday in the same spot wondering what to do with her life. If anyone wants to save me from ending it, tell them to meet me in the meadow. I bet you no one will show up. *One Direction Story* Please read! :) xxx

683Likes
646Comments
78257Views
AA

44. Comfort

I sat on the couch in the living room, looking out the window. The snow that had fallen last night lied perfectly on the ground, making a shiny white blanket over the earth. I was alone, since Harry was off with the boys at a interview. Mia was snuggled into my lap, my hand lightly brushing over her soft grey fur. She meowed, and let out a small hushed purr. I chuckled lightly, and I plopped her on the floor.
 

   I decided to take out my phone and check my twitter, since I hadn't gone on it in awhile. My face develops a shocked face, as my notifications were over the roof. I had way more followers than I did a few weeks ago. I decided to check what people were saying. The tweets were all about this picture, and they were all hating on me. It was a picture of me and Harry kissing in the meadow. How did they find this? Tears started to sting in my eyes as I read through all of the hateful messages and tweets. How could people be so cruel. I quick shut off my phone, and threw it on the floor. Sobs now escaped my mouth, as I thought of all the people who hate me for no reason. 

 The pain of those words flashing through my brain was unreal. I had to take my mind of of it. I looked around the room, and my eyes fell onto a little pocket knife on the kitchen counter. A lump started to grow in my throat as I looked at it. I haven't done something like that since I was fourteen years old. The scars aren't very visible, but they are still there. I remember the first time I tried it. It was in the summertime, and I went to the pool by my self, since the air was really hot and humid. I saw some girls I knew, who were always nice to me, so I thought I could hang out with them. I walked over by them and waved at them, with a big smile on my face. They just stared at me, then started laughing. I didn't know what their problem was, until they started making fun of me, saying 'Why would we want to be around you' and 'Nobody likes you.' I was so upset that I ran straight home and into my room, before my dad could ever find me to punish me for leaving. That was when I cut myself, to relieve all of the emotional pain I had building up inside of me.

 My legs suddenly started moving me to the kitchen, my hands enveloping the knife in my grasp. I opened it slowly, my hands trembling with fear and exhaustion of all of the emotional pain that I have been enduring. I put the blade on my wrist, squeezing my eyes shut as the tears spilled out of them. I quickly made the first cut, leaving a bloody line on my arm. It hurt, but it took my mind off of all the stress and agony. I was about to make another cut, but I suddenly heard something drop to the floor that sounded like keys. I turn to look at a wide eyed Harry. I dropped the bloody knife to the floor, tears flowing down my pale cheeks. Harry ran to my side, grabbing my cut wrist into his hand gently.

 "What the hell is this?" He yelled, quickly running my wrist under the cool water in the sink.

 "I..I." I stuttered, shutting my eyes so I couldn't see him.

 He lifted my wrist to his mouth, kissing every scar that I left on my arm. His warm lips pressing to my skin felt soothing in a way, like someone out there actually still cared about me. He enveloped me into his arms, my tears staining his brown jacket.

 "What led you to this?" He asked, hurt evident in his emerald green eyes.

 "I-I went on t-twitter. People h-hate me!" I sobbed, him quickly wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

 "Please don't listen to them, you are beautiful. I love you so much, and that is all that matters." He gushed, kissing the top of my head delicately.

He held me in my arms, the sweet aroma of his cologne wafting in the air. His touch was so nice. Very comforting. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...