My Brothers Best-Friend

Hi, I'm Crista Payne. I know my name sucks.. I asked my parents to change it 10,000 times but they wont let me. But anyway .. I have two sisters , Ruth and Nicola, And a brother Liam. Ruth and Nicola are older so they moved out but Liam and i still live with our parents.. Im a two years younger than him hes 19 im 17. Hes very protective over me. He has a friend named Harry, who by the way is the cutest thing ever, we flirt alot but Liam does not approve of me and Harry , i can tell. I just cant stay away.


48. Bad Habits

My dads death was unexpected , thats what we all keep saying. His funeral is tomorrow. Half the town is going. My dad was a very popular man. Liam has locked himself in his room since it happened, which was about 4 to 5 days ago. He only comes out to use the bathroom or get food. Ruth and Nicola have been staying here to support my mum who is a complete mess. I try to help her but i end up making it worse and crying with her. I cope by doing something i shouldn't but i cant help it. I started cutting my wrist. I don't know why i started. After we got back from the hospital i went to the bathroom and cried my eyes out. I saw my razor and i wondered what it would feel like, I thought a lot of people do it when their in pain so why dont i?  And ever since then i've been doing it once a day. Leaving a total of five cuts. Nobody knows i do it. I usually wear long sleeve shirts to cover it. Harry almost saw once.Like i said everyone in my house is a mess. I think after tomorrow everyone will feel a little better knowing he's safe up there. Someone knocks on my door interuppting my thoughts. "come in" I say pulling a blanket over me. It's Harry. "Hi , how are you doing?" He asks kissing me on my cheek. "I am doing better, but i'm still a mess." I respond. "Has Liam come out of his room yet?" He asks sitting on the edge of my bed. "No not yet. He is taking it really hard." I say quietly knowing he can probably hear our conversation. I sit up. The blanket falls off me and i forgot i was wearing a short sleve shirt. Harry looks at my cuts. I hide them under the blanket again. "What was that?" He asks pulling the blanket up and taking my arm. He looks at me. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" Hes says looking like he's in pain. I start to cry a little. "It helps the pain go away. " I reply in tears. Harry comes closer to me. He puts his arm around me. I cry in his shoulder. "Please don;t do it anymore, please" He whispers to me. I nod my head still crying. But i know i cant stop now.

[Sorry guys, I've been writing for my other fanfic so it's tooken me a while to write this. Leave comments and tell me how you like it! XX.]

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