Truly, Madly, Deeply.

Jayna Coleman met her true love- Over Skype? Jayna was a two-faced girl looking for love. But when she accidentally types in the wrong Skype name, and she writes to Louis Tomlinson, her world turns upside-down. Could world famous teenage heartthrob love this pretty, preppy, sweet, yet small town insecure girl? Who knew miracles could actually happen? Can Louis love Jayna's dark side?


10. "Jayna?"

I groaned as I woke up to a message on my phone from Louis. I hate the name I had saved for him.

LouMyBoo- Hey beautiful. Are you busy today?

 Of course I wasn't busy! Everybody hated me; I had no social life.

Me- No. What concern does it have with you?

LouMyBoo- Sorry boo. That was Harry..

Me- 1.) I'm not your boo. Get over it. 2.) Why would I be busy? I have no social life thanks to Jesse.

LouMyNoo- Oh... well I have to go. Bye beautiful!

I just groaned and stretched my hands over my head, enjoying the warm May weather of Alabama. I got up and climbed down the tree, letting the small Saturday breeze flow around me. I went into my home, and into my room. I stepped in and took it in. Pink. EVERYWHERE. At least the walls were blue. I knew Dad was still out, on a business trip, and that Brody was gone to work. I screamed, and out of anger, threw a lamp across the wall. I sat on my bed and cried out of my own self pity, thinking about my childhood.

I calmed down and decided to watch a movie in the livingroom. I watched The Vow. When she forgot about her husband, I started to sob. What kind of woma forgets CHANNING TATUM?! Damn. I finshed around two. I must've cried for a long time. I went into my room, and began to clean up the pieces of glass everywhere from my shattered lamp.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my right foot. I struggled to clamber over to my bed. I picked it up, examining it. I pulled a small bit of glass from my foot. Not too bad, minimum blood. That gave me an idea. I felt so bad anyways... what if I could get rid of all the pain? What if I tried sucicide again... I decided to try, because nobody loved me.

I take a deep breath as I pick up a shard of glass and sit on the floor. I press it down and swipe it against my wrist. It hurt, and it was deep, but I knew if I did it enough, the pain would fade as I slowly died from the blood loss. I began to sob and bite my bottom lip.

I had done it three more times on the same hand; my left, when somebody rang our doorbell. I shouldn't be suspicious, so I yelled, "Coming!" and ran to the livingroom. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears. I slowly opened the door.


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