*3 weeks later*
I sat on the cold bathroom floor in Louis and Eleanor's house, sobbing. No one knew why Zayn left me, it was completely unexpected and even the boys where confused. They said he seemed happy with me and then he just left me. They've tried getting him to talk but it doesn't work. I looked at the blade sitting beside me and sighed, pushing it away from me. I wasn't going to hurt myself today, maybe tomorrow is what I told myself, but that's what I told myself yesterday too. I stood up in just my underwear and looked in the mirror at my now anorexic body. I hadn't eaten in at least 2 weeks but no one knew. I was ashamed to go out and even more ashamed that I couldn't get him off my mind. After all he's the one that left me, if he doesn't care about me why should I care about him? My life was torn to pieces and there was nothing I could do about it. I walked away from the mirror and screamed in anger and sadness. I sobbed uncontrollably and walked towards the blade. I lifted it off the floor and held it to my arm, just as I was about to drag it along my skin the door burst open and Louis was standing in the room. When he saw what I was about to do he took the blade away from me and hugged me. I cried into him and he rubbed my back, telling me that everything was going to be ok but we both knew it wasn't true. "You're so skinny Emily. You've lost so much weight. Are you eating?" "Yeah." "Tell me the truth. I know you had bulimia before." "I haven't eaten in 2 weeks." "Oh my god! Come on!" He let me get changed and took me to Nando's, we ate a big lunch and then went back to the house.
<I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel, i'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real, i'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn>